OK here goes..

I'm standing outside the classroom. I'm about to face my first 6th grade class. On my own. By myself. Mm.

I'm panicking, my nerves are shot, I feel sick - did I eat? I don't think so. Am I trembling? Yes I'm trembling. Oh my word, it's time to go in.

The room is tiny!! Everyone is squashed in and I can't get my enormous behind between the tables. Great. Boy it's warm. Okay, let's start with a little get-to-know-you routine. Everyone introduce yourselves... why are they looking at me like I'm from outer space? Never mind. Better start teaching.

Hm. Writing on the board is fun. My writing suddenly looks dreadful, oh how mortifying, I hope they don't think I am a bad teacher. Uh oh, this lesson is dragging, am I taking too long writing? Uh huh. Everyone is talking in American accents. Wierd.

Oh man, I haven't got a watch. Whats the time? I don't know what to do next. There seem to be a few long pauses in the room.....