futurecatlady
Well-known member
I wish I could teach. I don't mean teach well, just the basic ability to show other people how to do something. I go over and over in my head how I would explain something, but when I try to actually do it I fail miserably.
There are some things that I am experienced at, so people assume that because I am good at it, I can automatically teach it. So being a good sport, I try. And it's so embarrassing, being in front of a crowd of people who expect you to know what you're doing, who expect you to enlighten them, and just losing it. My social anxiety comes flooding full force, and I get lost, confused, disoriented. I lose track of what I'm trying to teach, what I'm trying to say. My voice cracks and my legs feel like jello. And I just can't stop thinking of all the crappy teachers I've had, the way we talked about them, the exasperated looks we gave each other, and I see the same looks on my students. I can see them leave, one by one, as they realize the class is pointless. I can feel the burn of their silent judgment and frustration.
I wish, so badly, that I could help someone else. Tutor a disadvantaged child, teach a newbie how to dance, introduce someone to the wonders of art. But I can't do any of those things. I just make a huge mess of everything, and I wish I didn't. I'm so jealous of people who have the confidence and ability to teach. It's a selfless, wonderful thing, and I just can't freaking do it.
There are some things that I am experienced at, so people assume that because I am good at it, I can automatically teach it. So being a good sport, I try. And it's so embarrassing, being in front of a crowd of people who expect you to know what you're doing, who expect you to enlighten them, and just losing it. My social anxiety comes flooding full force, and I get lost, confused, disoriented. I lose track of what I'm trying to teach, what I'm trying to say. My voice cracks and my legs feel like jello. And I just can't stop thinking of all the crappy teachers I've had, the way we talked about them, the exasperated looks we gave each other, and I see the same looks on my students. I can see them leave, one by one, as they realize the class is pointless. I can feel the burn of their silent judgment and frustration.
I wish, so badly, that I could help someone else. Tutor a disadvantaged child, teach a newbie how to dance, introduce someone to the wonders of art. But I can't do any of those things. I just make a huge mess of everything, and I wish I didn't. I'm so jealous of people who have the confidence and ability to teach. It's a selfless, wonderful thing, and I just can't freaking do it.