School starts next week. I’ve got my trapper keeper, my crayons, and my new lunchbox with a unicorn and a kitten on it, so I’m good to go. Except…I’m thinking of playing sick, ’cause I just don’t wanna do it.
I’ve been telling myself that Teaching is Fun and Rewarding. And it totally is. But because I suffer from pretty bad stage fright, getting up in front of my 100+ person class is incredibly stressful. It’s worst at the beginning of the year, but the terror never goes away. And even getting up in front of my smaller class is scary. Ugh. I wish I could WILL the fear away. Since I’m totally fucking up the Do Awesome Research and Publish A Lot and Get Grants part of my job, it would be rad to have some aspect of my career that didn’t fill me with dread. Plus the terror is bad for my Uterine Spikes.*
Please, Universe, give me classes with great dynamics and motivated, friendly students. Oh, and a baby. (In my uterus, though, not in my classes.)
Meanwhile, in addition to forcing me to not drink or smoke crack (SIGH!), the IUI sheet from my clinic recommends eating a balanced diet. NO PROBLEM. What’s more balanced than a chocolate ganache tart with raspberries and cream? The crunchiness of the crust balances the softness of the cream, the sweetness of the chocolate balances the tartness of the berries… Perfect.
*Bunny, G. (2010). Stress-induced uterine spikes ’cause teaching is scary and I ain’t got no bebbeh. Journal of Sterility & Fertility, 60, 50-6,232.