You would think I was in junior high. At age 40 I still get nervous on the first day of class. Why is that? Am I afraid they're going to revolt and throw their calculators at me? Will they belittle me with thinly veiled insults wrapped in calculus? Or am I afraid I won't remember their names, after I worked hard to learn them in the freshmen class?
But the first day always goes well, despite my reservations. The students are a little high strung too, so my mediocre humor gets a stronger laugh than later in the semester when their interests have waned and deadlines press in on them from every class and extracurricular function. Too much of life is like junior high. Perhaps junior high is too much like life.