I arrive at 7 a.m. and lock my keys and wallet in the classroom. It closes and locks. I have no way to get into my car, the class, or my office. I begin to sprint to find anyone on campus who can help me. Did I mention that my heart was already racing because it was day one and I wanted to do a good job? Or that I rearranged a class of furniture by myself before I locked my keys in the room?
An hour goes by and still I can't get in. I'm drenched in sweat at this point and know it won't stop because my anxieties are high.
Students start to arrive and so do teachers. I look like I was caught in a rain shower - I was soaked. That's my body. I tell everyone I am like John from Allie McBeal, the lawyer whose nose whistles whenever he tries to be normal. I want to be normal and successful, too, but the more I try, the more I sweat. I am far far away from a proper anti-perspirant commercial. I look more like a wet t-shirt contest when these things happen.
My brain was racing so fast on how to stop sweating and how to stay on top of the first day events that I simply just moved along as I do stating, "Welcome. Welcome. Welcome."
Bottom line. I know I am a freak. Now, let's move on.
And we did. By the end of the day I was dry.