scary stuff.

Today we talked about next year, and what placement is going to be like when we go out into the schools, and about having to get police checks and tuberculosis tests and all sorts of scary grown-up stuff. I know Im going to have to be brave and get this needle, but I am not looking forward to it one bit. It's a weird sort of reality check that Im going to be out teaching. I don't feel ready at all. I mean-- I still stutter and ramble when I have to get up and present stuff in classes. It's also frightening that these classes next year will still be pass/fail ones. It's one of those cases where if I miss one seminar, my whole credit goes out the window.

yeuch.

At least Alexa isn't making everyone go to class during Reading week, even though we are supposed to [not that it matters to me in particular since Im not going anywhere] but we have to work on our portfolios instead. blech.

current music: Two outta Three Ain't Bad, Meatloaf