So, I just got in from my new job a bit ago, and just to let ya know how things went on my first day as a prof, I'm sitting at my desk right now with two bottles of Ginger Beer and a metro sandwich of some sort (piadini?). I had to just veg a little after the chaos of being in a lecture hall. My god. The other side of the classroom is truly a scary position indeed.
During the first class of the day, I introduced myself, had to explain my age and background, twice, and somehow got started on the topic of World of Warcraft (shocker, I know). There was an immediate reaction.
The jocks, punk-rockers, philosophy-wannabes, and hot girls all looked at me like I was a weird-ass (the kind of look I used to give... wtf). The Asians became totally interested in what I had to say all of a sudden, as if I couldn't teach them anything before but was now (all of a sudden) a source of enlightenment. Some tech geeks started rolling their eyes (stupid Alliance players fo' sho') while others grined menacingly (for the Horde), and the older people in the room must have thought I was talking about real witchcraft or something because they looked both confused and incredibly frightened at the same time.
Of course, I was there to talk about Psychology, not WoW, but the connection between the two are easy and we ended my introduction to the class talking about addictions, behavior modification, and classic reinforcement, punishment, etc. A connection was made, and it ended up working out very well. But oh my damn the pressure... question after question after question, and man was it tiring.
Glad that the first day is done and I can prep for the familiar instead of the unknown. But tonight, Glitz hits 62. I can feel it. ;)