I'm feeling really anxious, and I'm doing this purely to delay getting in my car for this mini-festival. I'm dreading having to jump in if one of the poets doesn't show. Last year I had at least 45 minutes warning, but I could totally get there and have them say, you're on! I don't go around telling people I'm a poet, for one thing. I *do* go around telling people I sure as hell am not a teacher. All I know from my limited experience with HS kids is that you can do the same exact thing with three groups of people and one will fucking love you and the other two will look at you as if they'd rather have dental work done. I don't pretend to know how to keep these people entertained.
Oh, well, in ten years it won't make a damn bit of difference how I do. That's my mantra! Of course, on the car ride I'll think about all the ways to prove that statement wrong. Bleagh.