I'm on the brink of disaster, staring down the consequences

When I was 22, I taught about the Vietnam War (or Conflict, if you prefer) to 18 year old honors history students. I would literally learn the material I was teaching the night before the lesson, in addition to preparing lessons for my 4 different classes of European History. Success in that classroom was required to graduate college.

Tomorrow, I start working with 8 and 9 year olds. I will be teaching them "Hello. My name is...What is your name?" And I am terrified. I really have no idea why. If the kids don't learn a single word of English the entire year, I still have my college diploma. I still get paid. The teachers might talk for a bit about their awful English assistant from the year before, but I will soon be forgotten, and I will never see them again. SO, what difference does it make? NONE. Why am I so nervous??

Here are some pictures! :)

This is my new "home" My room is on the top floor. The second and first floors are school offices of some kind or another.


One of the reasons I came back, a sunny Sunday morning at Chartrons...


This is a random GARAGE. In a perfect world, every garage would have at least one gargoyle.


Some ivy growing on the side of a church near where I live


And then we have this. Nothing much to say, except that when you find half a pair of glasses in the bargain bin at Target, they have to be tried on. And Eliza doesn't just try things on, she poses.