"What? NO! No, I can't do this! This isn't something I'm remotely prepared for! Please don't make me! I'll do anything! I'll even learn to use commas correctly if you just won't MAKE me do this!"
*gnashing of teeth*
For me, it turns out that this moment comes at the hands of a class of 5th graders. I'm not even sure why it scares me so much. I think it's partly because I write upper YA so I always assumed I'd mostly be talking to older teens. It also makes me nervous because it's my son's class. I keep picturing how embarrassed I would've been if my mom showed up to teach us about something, couldn't speak, accidentally knocked the chalk board down, injured my classmates and then curled into the fetal position in the corner, endlessly repeating the words "I'm a hermit." and "Author communes are good."
Because when I picture it in my head, this is what happens.
Anyway, I'm heading off to do this today. Wish me luck, and pray for the kids. ;-)