I forgot

As long as I only have female patrons, I'm fine w/ my work. The male students so far have always been cool toward me & don't hit on me___ at all. They're just very thankful.
After the first session back___, not only did I forget how difficult my job is, but how proud (maintaining modesty) I am of my ability to handle each aspect. One must be aware of each muscle, appendage & even expression___ from toes, finger tips to lips. Everything must remain exact until the timer goes off, & it's wonderful when the timer buzzes___ but for some reason none of us stop. The students keep painting, not taking their eyes off the tracks to & from their canvas & my figure, w/ the subtle comment, "That's not it, that can't be our timer. No way___." In class, we're all working together. However, it's time to get my muscles & joints re-stretched & conditioned, so I don't wake up quite THIS sore.
In short: I am pleased & branching outward back into this profession. I'm not so scared anymore.