Put on the red shoes and dance the blues.

Five hours of grading and training, and then three hours of classes.  12 students.  Several hundred pages.  Thousands of spoken words.  Two sore feet.

I'm exhausted, but I made it through the first day.  I've been accused of making my "g"s look like "q"s; I've been accused of being boring.  But I got through it, and without any major nightmarish happenings.  Not like the ones that have been giving me nightmares I've been awaking from with nothing but a sense of dread.

Ah well, there'll be plenty of time next week to accidentally set a student on fire.