Nearly everything I worry about has no merit. Two night ago, no kidding, I awoke and thought I had lost my sense of taste. I went into the kitchen and ate hot sauce at 2:30am. Guess what? Not only could I taste it, but I had serious indigestion the next day.
The same is true with each and every class start I've ever had. On Monday, it was looking grim, as I was at least two students behind what I'd been goaled for, and was convinced I would be disciplined, lose my job, and live out my remaining days singing Rogers and Hammerstein on the Hennepin Avenue exit. Choreograph a little dance, maybe? Pretend it's some kind of performance piece?
Monday I learned that one of our reps is leaving to go to another post within the school, so lo, I inherited two of her students, giving me one-over what I actually needed. My worries were for naught. They almost always are.
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