Tomorrow is the big day. It’s up in front of the class, it’s better hope you don’t have anything stuck in your teeth, it’s try to sound like a professional grown up who does not use the f-bomb like it’s her fucking job. I have not gone over my first-day patter, maybe I should do that. But I’ve figured out what I’m going to wear (except shoes, which I will decide last minute).
Yesterday I realized I had two weeks between paper due dates, and even I’m not that cruel. Then I realized that most of my assigned readings were TBD toward the end of the semester, which made me look like a slacker, so I had to address that. I revised the syllabus ten times yesterday rather than sending my sister the tea she has been begging for. And then today I uploaded the syllabus three times to the online course management thing because I kept finding errors.
After reading that it wouldn’t surprise you to know that I once had to buy two tickets to California because I fucked up the dates. (Too bad I didn’t know you then, Teri, I would have come visit!) And maybe then you can understand why filling out my taxes fills me with terror. God knows why anyone lets me do anything with anyone.
What scares you?