Define Stressed . . .

Well . . . I’m sitting in my bed wide awake and I know full well that in six hours I need to be on my way to a high school where I will be subbing for the first time in my life. I do not know the grade. I do not know the subject.

Hoowah.

I’mfreakingoutI’mfreakingoutI’mfreakingout. I’m fine. Really . . . I’m fine.

Oh god.

It’s ok. I’ll play some “Eye of the Tiger.” Down a few raw eggs. I can do this. It’ll be the first time I can think of that I’ll actually have real authority over a group of people. Hm. I’m sure the fact that I look like one of them won’t be a problem. Heh, right. I’ve got this. Totally . . .

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