I have to teach them Beowulf. What the fuck do I know about Beowulf? Well, more than they do, for sure. I'm looking forward to telling them that "when I was your age we read Beowulf in the snow uphill both ways." What if they don't laugh? Oh-my-gosh-what-if-they-don't-laugh. I will be shot for the whole fucking semester if they don't laugh. And the kid that I chewed out Wednesday is in my discussion group. Nanbear said that if I had said that to her she would have told me to stuff it. Or something like that.
I was going to read them a few lines in the original but i can't find them to print out. What if I screw them up? Like they'll know. Knowing my luck, there will be some smartass who sprung from the womb proclaiming "HWAET!!" What if I haven't prepared enough? What if
I know that panicking will make it worse, but that just makes me panic about panicking!