It's silly, but...
...there are some small things that really make me nervous.
The first class. I've never liked the first day of class because I've always been very shy - almost anti-social at times. But, as a student, i just have to sit and pay attention. As a teacher, I have to prepare everything (and students hardly ever have the books on the first day, which means more work for me) and assure them that learning English will be fine.
Seeing self-farm photos. I've been following Compassion Alert on Tumblr and it became the photos became inevitable for me, as I started following some people whose tumblrs were on the alerts. Great people suffering a lot and expressing their suffering on their sites. But I feel my heart beating faster, heavy inside my chest whenever I see the photos of bodies covered in scars, animated gifs of self-loathing and even suicide pictures. They're usually in black and white, so it made me desperate to add color to my dashboard.
Doing medical exams. There's always either just a chance or an actual suspicion something is wrong with me. Thank God, usually everything is fine and normal.
The first class. I've never liked the first day of class because I've always been very shy - almost anti-social at times. But, as a student, i just have to sit and pay attention. As a teacher, I have to prepare everything (and students hardly ever have the books on the first day, which means more work for me) and assure them that learning English will be fine.
Seeing self-farm photos. I've been following Compassion Alert on Tumblr and it became the photos became inevitable for me, as I started following some people whose tumblrs were on the alerts. Great people suffering a lot and expressing their suffering on their sites. But I feel my heart beating faster, heavy inside my chest whenever I see the photos of bodies covered in scars, animated gifs of self-loathing and even suicide pictures. They're usually in black and white, so it made me desperate to add color to my dashboard.
Doing medical exams. There's always either just a chance or an actual suspicion something is wrong with me. Thank God, usually everything is fine and normal.