illumiknitti's Diaryland Diary
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I'm trying so hard not to panic
Oh god I feel sick.
I start teaching tomorrow, 1:30 pm, Hodges Hall room 201. "Hi, I'm Professor Who-Thought-This-Was-a-Good Idea? Welcome to English 101! I realize that most of you don't give a damn about being here, but trust me it's important. Why? Well, I've based my life around it, so it must be at least a little important, right? I hope?"
44 eyes staring straight at me. 22 frightened, dazed freshmen who just got here two days ago. I have the jump on them, I guess--I got here three weeks ago. I can find the grocery store, the campus, and the corner bar. I'm hardly more knowledgeable than they are.
Except. I have a bachelor's degree in English. I graduated magna cum laude. I am smart enough to get into graduate school, and smart enough for someone to feel confident in giving me a position as a TA. And not just a TA who grades papers, but a TA who teaches. In her very own grey pinstriped blazer that suggests authority without severity and hopefully doesn't show chalk dust too badly. In her own classroom, with her own syllabus. All alone.
Yeah, I feel sick.
7:19 p.m. - 2008-08-17
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