I'm just a teensy bit nervous about this endeavor. I keep imagining myself walking into the classroom and through some supernatural occurrence, they all know that I am horrifically under-qualified even to be supervising them for a period of 55 minutes. It's a little like the dream where you're naked in pubic. While I will surely remember to dress myself, what if they know I have no business being their temporary authority on American Literature? This is only my second semester and I wasn't an English major. I am the epitome of "fish out of water." My second dreaded scenario is that they all have I.Q.'s infinitely higher than mine so that when they ask me questions, I have no. idea. how. to. answer.
Back to the lesson plan.