Abject Terror
So as soon as I'm done typing this, I have to get dressed, make my sandwich and head out to my school. I am very, very excited and primarily filled with the deepest kind of fear. Perhaps some day I will no longer feel like I am going to throw up at the mere prospect of going to my job, but that day is not today, my friends. Oh, my, no. I have many, many questions and issues and things about which I am freaking out. Also, I have upwards of 170 students. Only 20% of them are proficient readers. What have I gotten myself into? I can't learn 170 names. What if I forget how to read? A hell of an English teacher I'll be. Jesus Jesus Jesus. In conclusion, I am excited but oh-so-scared. I just really really don't want to let these kids down.
Ten-four, good buddy, over and out.
Ten-four, good buddy, over and out.