Cursed Teacher

I'm a teacher, and knowledge is my curse. Ever since the AtaviSearch Forest performed "Information Conversion Surgery" on me, that phrase has been more than just a metaphor.
The moment I wake, my knowledge begins to hunt me: Anatomy critiques how I wash my face, Nutrition tosses out my breakfast, Kinematics forces me to ditch the subway and walk to work, only for Traffic Engineering to kick me right back onto the train. My dear Supplicant friend, I have no desire to accept your challenge, but I'm afraid Relativity and Astrophysics are eager to test their mettle against you.
Perhaps I should have studied the arts... they are so much more beautiful and compassionate...