Healthy dose of pressure.

The dean of the master's program I graduated from? Yeah, I'm teaching her granddaughter this week. A former professor's great niece? Teaching her, too.

A healthy dose of pressure is most likely good for the soul, but it didn't necessarily feel that way when I got my class roster this morning.

(Am I overreacting? Yes. I got hugs from both lovely ladies as they told me about how their littlest family members would be in my class. But still!)