First day of the semester! No teaching 'til tomorrow, but meetings today. Final checks of syllabus, rustling up all the books and handouts I'll need in the first week, getting my nails and eyebrows done, picking clothes for first day of teaching. Kevin, as a mathematician, can throw on anything that isn't actually dirty, but in English, I think the standards are slightly higher. I'm aiming for clean, professorial, and ideally, at least a bit stylish. I may even iron. (Don't faint. It only happens twice a year.)
I woke up for an hour in the middle of the night last night, which I'm going to put down to our bedroom being inexplicably too hot + start of semester stress. After more than a decade of teaching, you'd think I'd be used to start of the semester, by now. But every semester, it's exciting and terrifying all over again.