Monday, November 15, 2010
I've been teaching for over two months, and I still have searing episodes of undulating panic every night before class, and during the day before as well, which always ends up being a waste and involves a lot of pacing and drinking ten cups of coffee and twice as much cold water and trying to figure out what outfit is best for extensive fidgeting. People assume a lot of things about me (as they do about everyone, I'm told) but people have indicated I'm perceived as a non-shy, boisterous person, which is simply not true. I am like ice cream (or ice, or snow, or butter, or whatever else melts and turns into something grosser than it was before) when I'm the central focus, or even a focus at all. Unless I'm dancing or something, and there are a million people surrounding who are also dancing.