My first class

So first of all, I left my spiral, which had my lesson plan for the day, in my apartment. I showed up fifteen minutes early (luckily) and was able to sit down and quickly sketch out another lesson plan, though I knew it wasn't going to be what I needed. I went into the classroom and there were only a few students at this point, one of which was super nice and told me I was going to do fine. I was appreciative, but at the same time I'm like, "You know nothing! This is going to be terrible! I want to apologize in advance for how awful I'm going to do!" So anyway, everyone was in the classroom, I collect papers, etc. and I felt kind of alright. Kind of. So I start telling them how I'm going to be teaching for the next few weeks, how we will visit the library in that time, and how I hope I do alright. So it started pretty seamlessly with me going through the details of their assignment on Bb, then I started my power point as planned. Phew. I know I'm not talking too quickly, which is a problem of mine no matter where I am, because I'm making sure to make eye contact with as many students as possible in order to time my words- does that make sense? So the power point is going alright, but I feel the sweat drops rolling down my back. I get even more nervous when I feel it in my armpits. "Oh crap. Now I have sweat marks." This is obviously only going to make the matter worse. I sneak to the corner while the students are brainstorming stuff on their papers and check my pits... just to make sure. No stains. We're in the clear- for now. After their brainstorming ends, I glance at the clock and realize it's only been TEN MINUTES!!!! WHATTTTT!?????< Why am I so fast?!?!?! I started getting freaked out since I'm basically all the way through my lesson plan. I thought I had spoken slowly and given them ample time to brainstorm, but apparently I have a terrible time-keeping device in my brain OR I'm a relative of The Flash.

I fall into utilizing a group activity, since I can't think of anything to talk about and I can't possibly end class 40 minutes early... I wish. The group activity sucked. I didn't explain it well, though I'm attributing that to my not having planned it from the beginning. I tried to do what my mentor does and talk a bit after group discussions, but apparently I don't do it well and she takes over a bit. I'm completely relieved, but I'm also hoping the students don't think of her taking over as a sign that I sucks- though that's exactly what I'm thinking. She didn't do it in an embarrassing way or anything by any means, but I still hid in the corner like a scared little puppy. So they're dismissed, I wipe off the blackboard, and walk towards my mentor. She tells me she has a cookie for me. I ask her if it's a literal cookie, or a cookie of advice, and she says a real chocolate chip cookie. I really feel I don't deserve it. I take it out of courtesy, but I wanted to give it back and simply take a cookie of advice. Give me your cookie of English wisdom!!