Two Hours! How Do Teacher's Do it?

Yesterday I spoke to a college class.
Correction: Yesterday, I delivered a TWO hour lecture on the topic of foster care to a college class.
Today, I am wiped out and need a nap at 10am. I have no idea how teachers/performers/public speakers do this on a regular basis. It must involve muscles I've never heard of because I am unable to function today.

The class went great, the students were wonderful and I even have proof this time:

PICTURE TIME!

Funny story: Before class started, the teacher suggested I put my book blog site on the board. He had NO IDEA what he was asking. I can't write straight without lines! My letters go up, they go down, they have minds of their own. Been that way my whole life. It's probably genetic.  I had no choice but to pretend I could do this ridiculously impossible task. I was so focused on writing semi-straight, I misspelled hadassah (Hello, it's my name!) and had to correct that. Then a student said, "I think there is supposed to be an @ sign in there."
 Really?? I panicked, thinking, "First I don't know who to spell my own name and then I don't know my own website address? What is wrong with me and how am I going to talk for two hours?" I took the students word and changed the website address from ezraandhadassah.blogspot.com to ezraandhadassah@blogspot.com because I am an idiot and didn't think it through. The whole two hours of class, everyone stared at the wrong blog address on the board and now I am showing you. But Hey! Look at how semi-straight my messy handwriting is!
And really, white-board manufacturers,  - would it kill you to put faint permanent lines on the board as a guide so I can concentrate on what I am writing instead of how I am writing it?  Very, very mean on your part.  

 Of course,  I have to show the product. I  really ought to reconsider my career and become a sales host on QVC. 

It was a big class, right after lunch and the room was warm. I give all the students credit for not passing out while they sat and listened to me ramble on for TWO hours.

Forget about me, I am listening to a student talking. Look at the drink bottle. Do you see it behind the bottle? YESSSSS! 

Yes, I have to wear reading glasses while I read from my own book. What a betrayal. 

I have no idea what this is about. It really is anyone's guess. Feel free to invent your own caption for it. 

Questions! They asked questions! Real, live questions that I got to answer. I felt so loved. And relieved. Thank goodness for questions, they are the perfect ending to a two hour lecture.