I lost my keys.
My syllabus came out orange instead of white.
I told a student that his answer was incorrect with which he followed, "but I pulled it straight out of your notes."
I forgot the answer to the question I was asking.
I left part of my lecture notes behind.
I had the wrong cord to connect my computer to the smart desk.
I didn't know how to turn off the light.
The night is over and I am amazed at how quickly 3 hours goes by from the front of the class (and how dry my throat can get!). It's going to be a long semester, but an amazing one. My students are fantastic. Quite a few seemed to engage with the class material and show an interest in learning. The remainder are respectful, albeit skeptical. I've got a tough task on my hand to make philosophy accessible to them. Hopefully, I can be faithful in seeking out answers for them and guiding them to the truth.
I'm a little overwhelmed, very scared, but thankful for the support I have. I came home to find a bouquet of flowers, an apple, some chocolate and a card addressed to Prof Atkinson from my roommate, Linsey. It brought a smile to my face and will again when I feel insufficient or overwhelmed.
I learned about a third of their names.
They left understanding the correct version of modus ponens and modus tollens (although, for a whiel there, I wasn't sure they would).
I made them feel comfortable with me.
I found my keys.
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