Seemed like a good idea at the time
But hold on. I've been doing this job for 20 years and should know by now that it never goes the way I planned. I will screw something up. More than once, too. A quarter of the students won't read the things I've assigned; another 25% will but won't understand it. The remainder will slog through the readings and assignments with grim resignation. And all the brilliant plans for which I have so much hope for in August will have fallen flat before the middle of October. As always, I will place the blame on my failure to properly plan ahead.
There is no reason to believe that this semester will differ from the previous ones. It will be messy, filled with hesitation, improvisation and regret. It's the same cycle year after year. Nevertheless, as with falling in love, you have to believe that this time will be different. Delusion is a necessary part of the plan.