I enter my new class with trepidation.
Already they’re staring at me, sizing me up.
I set down my books perhaps too harshly. The wooden desk moans in protest
A girl starts giggles nervously before stopping abruptly.
My throat is dry, my shoulders stiff.
A manage a grin.
The staring continues.
I give a sigh and give up trying, before looking at my class timetable.
4 more weeks of this hell. I can do this!
I wonder… if my students feel the same as well?
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