Ah, another semester, and I am able to exercise my favorite discomfort: public speaking.
It's not really my favorite. In fact, I hate it. I ran into a regular student a few days after a class visitation, and without bringing up the subject, she volunteered that everyone in her class began making fun of me as soon as I exited the room.
"Everyone laughed at you when you left," she said as I stepped into the crowded elevator. "It was, like, so weird."
She was joking of course, but she confirmed my all along fears that I appear uncomfortable to students. Why else would she choose my one irrational weakness (besides zombies) to attack? I only have 15 classes to suffer through this Spring, two of which are at 7:45 in the sleepy-eyed morning. Suggestions? I've got the regular breathing thing down. I don't fidget, and I speak with authority, but inside, inside I am an anxious disaster. Sigh.
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