I’ve got my first class as a writing instructor in the bag, baby. I made it through the entire fifty minutes with nary a kick at anyone. Good on me, huh? There I am in my office sporting a ridiculously awesome tie.
All kidding aside, if all the other classes are filled with the same type of students then I won’t have any trouble. They were alert and responsive, and the class practically flew by. I had fun”¦I hope I continue to do so.
Now I’ve got three hours before my next class, which gives me plenty of time to think about all the horrible things that could go wrong. I could slip and fall in front of the students, or I could accidentally stab myself in the eye with my pen, or I could spill water on my crotch–anything could happen.
I’ll post some more later.