There are only two classes left this semester and they are both filled with student presentations, so there's not much for me left to do. That doesn't stop me from having teacher anxiety, however. Witness last night's dream:
Paca brings son to class to demonstrate some bit of children's speech. He thought he had worked everything out beforehand, but when Paca gets there, he can't get the equipment to work. And it turns out that my class is in the middle of some huge festival so that I'm not at the front of a classroom, but on some stage with thousands of people watching me speak into a mic hanging from the staging. I can't figure out what to do, and I fumble and search and never get it working, as everyone shakes their head at my incompetence. In the end, the entire class is wasted and the students never get to make their presentations. Disaster!
Let's hope the real class, which is in 3 hours, goes better.