Which and other questions

In June Japan, there is a rainy season, prior to a rather oppressively humid summer. In between the downpours can be blissful cool clouds or hilariously sunny days. We teachers scurry, entangling our students in assignments and final tests. No one rests easy. For me, it is a horror of anniversaries, mixed emotion events scattered over a life time. If I were proceeding at full potential, perhaps I would not have this backlog of chores. Perhaps, it is easier to focus on my shortcomings and confess than actually do what I must. Perhaps there are no perhaps, just procrastination.