I am returned victorious, with my shield, not on it!
Still flushed with triumph, I am home after teaching my very first public class. I was calm, I was balanced, I was well-prepared (having put in a few hours of work over the past couple of weeks planning it out, and having drawn up a detailed lesson plan today), and it went like clockwork. Two of my registrants didn’t show, but I put that down to freezing rain and the fact that they had to drive in from out of town. The three people who did attend were dynamic, interested, had excellent senses of humour, and very supportive, knowing that this was my first official class. I have rarely felt so assured of being successful – usually I find some reason to defer the certainty of having done a job well and to the best of my ability. I feel proud and pleased that everyone enjoyed themselves – I gave good solid information, in a clear fashion, and answered questions intelligently. I hit my two-hour mark with a fifteen minute break and didn’t have to rush or cut anything out, or stretch my material in a vain effort to fill time. Positive responses and feedback all around. I feel… like a teacher. Like I communicated something of value and everyone (including me) came away with something new, or a different way of thinking about something. Like I’ve finally given something back to all those people who have ever taught me something.
I’m feeling pretty darned good.
(The claddagh ring is still on my finger, though.)