I'm still alive

Ok, fine. So I didn't shrivel up and die and I didn't run out of the room in a mad fit of incoherence, and no one threw anything at me. I stand by little freak out.

My dear friend B, who invited me here, taught the same students last term and offered to introduce me and tell them not to talk too much. Very nice of him. He was speaking Catalan so I didn't understand him entirely, but he definitely said something about how I'm still learning Spanish and so people should translate for me if I forget a word. And then he told them that I got my PhD from Harvard and someone whistled. Joder. But, it didn't get any more absurd than that. I pretty much just read the slides, and I think everyone was bored (I know I was). But I knew I wasn't going to be particularly good at this job, and bored is better than shaking like a leaf or crying or something.