My classes kicked off this week. In the days leading up to the start of the semester, I get this weird mix of anticipation tinged with a little nervousness. I don’t know why I should be nervous; I’ve done this plenty of times before, and I’m the one in charge of the class. But it happens anyway, and lasts until I walk into the room, crank up the projector, and get rolling. After that, I’m fine. Better than fine, actually; I really enjoy myself.
It always reminds me of this scene from Collateral in which an L.A. prosecutor talks about the night before she has to stand up in the courtroom.
I too am a professor/teacher and have been for 20 years; yet, I still get a tad nervous as well. I start on September 4.
S. Thomas Summers
Author of Private Hercules McGraw: Poems of th American Civil War