I had a teaching anxiety dream just before I woke up this morning.
In it, I was teaching Macbeth on the first day of classes. Except in the usual dream way, I was doing this in a proscenium arch theater space, where I was on stage and most of the people in the room (about 20, so not many in this massive space) were campus visitors and there were only a few students. I had a little, teeny white board.
Why I was starting with Macbeth at the beginning of the semester, I don't know. Nor do I know why I was starting with the poor player speech in Act 5, which is great for setting up mediated information. But I was.
I started by trying to get everyone to come sit up on stage so that the space would be more manageable. That sort of worked. Then I focused on the metatheatrics, and wanted to introduce theatrical structure. So I drew a top down view of a proscenium arch and a thrust stage theater structure on the little white board, but it was all glary and no one could see. And then I turned away for a moment and there was other stuff over the white board, like a movie poster.
My voice was getting ragged in the way it does the first week of classes. Then a deaf woman wanted me to stop because (as the man with her explained) her hearing aid battery had run out, and somehow I was supposed to do something about it before going on.
And then I woke up and immediately thought about what a bad choice it was to start with Macbeth, and especially to start in Act 5 rather than with the messenger stuff in 1.1.
I guess the semester really has started for me. But I have to say, as anxiety dreams go, this was pretty mild.