Well, today's my first day at the helm of a class that will fill a smallish lecture hall. I'll be in charge of two TAs and 100 students. I don't really have much of a lesson plan for today, aside from an activity around a poem by a Canadian poet (in an American Studies course--teehee!).
And yet I'm not worried. Should I be?
I'm worried about not being worried.
don't be worried, rock the house!
I feel pretty safe betting that the poet's first name is "Margaret."
Unless it's Leonard Cohen.
Ding ding ding! We have a winner. QoWP, please step up to claim your prize.
We discussed "How to Tell One Country from Another." It went really well.
As for the worrying, I see a pattern here: An hour passes, Trillwing worries. Another hour passes, Trillwing continues to worry.
Take a bath. Get some sleep. Tell Mr. T to take Lucas out for a drive. For several days. :)
So how did it go?
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