damn the muse

It's 'new student' day. He sounds so excited to start, and I'm petrified. I come across as assertive and outgoing, but on the inside I'm painfully aware of every word I'm saying no matter what language I'm using. Beginners are so difficult to impress. Then again it's worse when I feel as if I have to make this huge and wonderful impression.

I really do enjoy teaching Spanish. Even more so when I feel like my language isn't being lost to this melting pot called San Antonio, and where the majority of the Latinos feel perfectly justified in mixing things up with English.

Damn. I didn't tell him I was 'special.' He's going to like me!