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No more tears
Jan. 7th, 2013 03:33 pmLast Saturday I lead my first workshop.
It went okay.
Now, don't think for one second that "okay" isn't pretty damn spectacular, because it is. For someone who's never tried to engage 23 Cub Scouts in random acts of science for the better part of an hour, "okay" is damn remarkable. SO much so that I'm going to remark upon it again:
I did okay!
It wasn't great, and it sure as fuck wasn't flawless, but it was a solid starting off point, and I'm proud that I didn't dissolve into a nervous wreck. Mostly because when my emotions get the best of me I cry big giant waves of anime tears. It's embarrassing really.
During this hour I discovered that I'm not prepared to wing it, and should have a much more formalized script prepared before I attempt this next time around. There should be an outline and check boxes and everything.
I need to pay closer attention to the smallest kids, because...damn people, first graders have attention spans like fruit flies on meth.
But yeah! I survived!
And while I didn't banish all butterflies from my stomach, I did manage to get them to fly in formation for a few moments.
It went okay.
Now, don't think for one second that "okay" isn't pretty damn spectacular, because it is. For someone who's never tried to engage 23 Cub Scouts in random acts of science for the better part of an hour, "okay" is damn remarkable. SO much so that I'm going to remark upon it again:
I did okay!
It wasn't great, and it sure as fuck wasn't flawless, but it was a solid starting off point, and I'm proud that I didn't dissolve into a nervous wreck. Mostly because when my emotions get the best of me I cry big giant waves of anime tears. It's embarrassing really.
During this hour I discovered that I'm not prepared to wing it, and should have a much more formalized script prepared before I attempt this next time around. There should be an outline and check boxes and everything.
I need to pay closer attention to the smallest kids, because...damn people, first graders have attention spans like fruit flies on meth.
But yeah! I survived!
And while I didn't banish all butterflies from my stomach, I did manage to get them to fly in formation for a few moments.
