IT'S PROFESSOR OLGA FOR YOU

So... Monday. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, depressive as usual, again alone. Actually I believe that the only Valentine that I did have someone was last year's, although of course he was in Italy and I was in England. However, it fails to stress me this year (bravo for me! I hate this nonsensical capitalistic holidays). I have other things to worry about.
The main one is that, being only 21, not yet finished with my first degree, tomorrow I begin my career as university professor. I know it's laudable and impressing. And of course I couldn't begin with the first-years, nooooo. Instead I have three classes, one of them for the third-years, the other two for the fifth-years. So, ok, I know I am enrolled in the fifth course too, although I should be in the fourth. I know I have good grades and I don't need to be ashamed of my English. I know I am a freak of nature and I do love poetry, but... how am I going to survive? I kinda believe that I won't do a worse job than the actual professor, but still... those poor students are stuck with me for their first weeks... and I am stuck with them. Crap!!
I always feel like I have nothing, no achievements, that I am not going anywhere, that there is no future for me. Then I get amazing opportunities, such as this one, and I panic. When I was a kid I figured that by the age of 21 I would be ... different. That I would know things, that I would have created something worth of praise, that I would know what I wanted in life. Does anyone ever know? How can I go into a classroom and teach about Romantic poets when I'm not sure if I have overcome my own romantic period?
Wish me luck... I'll keep you all posted on my suffering and mischief.