changing weather

Today my teacher research has hit an interesting peak-I felt, for the first time, as though I was the enemy. I have observed through my interactions with specific students, that apparently my instruction is not working for them. While my research first began as a study of how much they ate, when they slept, how they felt-it seems to have morphed into a study of myself as a teacher. I am not so much aware of, or interested in, what they ate or how well they slept, but how I come to class everyday-do I believe in myself? Do I believe in the students? What does it mean to feel this way? How interesting it is to see the progression of this research.