I ain't afraid of you motherfuckers

Ok, I'm full of shit. I'm totally afraid of those motherfuckers. The students, I mean. Tomorrow I have to stand in front of 200 of them and talk for an hour and a half in a language that they all speak approximately perfectly and I speak approximately like a fifth grader. Even teaching in English I sometimes end up with my head in my hands saying "What the hell am I doing" and making the students leave early because I've fucked something beyond repair. I don't even know how to say 'fucked beyond repair' in Spanish. I guess if it gets to the head-holding point a simple joder will get the point across, but that's not much consolation.

I realize that a transcript of my freaking out is not hilarious or very interesting. And I don't expect much sympathy for something I knowingly signed up for. I'm just obsessing a little too much right now to write about anything else.