#YourTurnChallenge: Day Six

writingdateYour Turn Challenge prompt: “Tell us about a time when you surprised yourself.”

I was terrified when I first started teaching. My very first experience — getting up in front of a classroom full of students, leading a session based on a lesson plan I’d drafted — was during my Senior year as an English major doing my undergraduate degree at Oregon State University. I was completing an internship at a local high school, working with a class of Junior and Senior honors students. I believed the myth that as an English major, your only career options were to teach or to write, and even though what I really wanted was to write, I thought the smart, practical thing would be to get a teaching degree.

I took the internship at the high school to see if that was the grade level I wanted to work with. I wasn’t actually supposed to be teaching, was supposed to be doing things to help, like making copies and grading spelling quizzes and helping students with their homework, but the teacher really liked me, told me I could teach whenever I wanted.

After giving my first lesson, a short session about writing short stories, she told me “You are a natural.” I really wanted to believe her. I couldn’t judge for myself because every time I got up in front of the class, I freaked out. It took all of my self control to keep from running out of the room.

I didn’t end up teaching high school, but went on to get an M.A. in English instead. I taught writing at Colorado State University, first as a graduate student while completing my degree, then as an adjunct, and then as non-tenure track faculty. I was so freaked out by my first semester teaching, I took a year off and worked in the Writing Center as a tutor instead before I could get the confidence to try again. For the first five years or so, I would make myself physically sick before each class session. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I had panic attacks. I felt like I couldn’t breath and I was sure my students thought I was the worst teacher ever, or at least one of the weirdest.

I heard someone recently say that for an introvert, teaching is an extreme sport. I’d have to agree with that. But I’ve surprised myself. Once I started teaching a Writing for the Web composition course, a topic I felt like I knew something about, a subject I was interested in, something shifted. I was able to connect with my students from a place of real engagement. I started to enjoy facilitating their learning, discovering their specific interests and skills. I still got anxious at the beginning of each semester — it’s nerve wracking meeting 24 new people all at once, not being able to just sit in the back corner of the room and observe — but I started to enjoy the experience.

staceysyogaspaceEven so, I worried that when I started teaching yoga, I’d revert to freaking out. It was an entirely different subject, style of teaching. I was a complete beginner. Being the body at the front of a class so focused on what it means to be a body, move a body, and my relationship with my body was so complicated, I expected the panic to return.

But it didn’t. Rather than being an indicator of what would go wrong, my past teaching experience helped me. I knew what to expect. I understood that if I showed up, just as I was, whatever happened would be okay. That if I stayed present, in touch with my innate wisdom and compassion, I could adapt to whatever might arise. It was totally okay to fail, to make mistakes, to screw up sometimes. As my friend Aramati says, “teaching is part preparation and part letting go.” I can trust myself.

 

3 thoughts on “#YourTurnChallenge: Day Six

  1. djgreer

    Thanks for your honesty Joyce. It tells us a life lessons – over coming challenges is how we grow. What once creates fear, becomes our new normal. Plus the world gets to experience more of your gifts, through your teaching of writing and yoga.

    To me that is the true gift. Sharing in a way that is of service to others so they might grow.

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  2. Rita Ott Ramstad

    This one really speaks to me. I so wish I’d understood that I was an introvert–and what that means–before I embarked on a career of teaching adolescents. I’m pretty good at it, but it sucks me dry. I finally realized the problem wasn’t the work, it was my wiring. I do know now, though, too, that part of my struggles were about what you’re writing here. I so often held myself so tensely. I can still do that when I’m teaching adults (which is part of my job now), but it is so much better when I can relax, stay present, and trust both them and myself. When I let myself be who I really am, rather than who I think I need to be as a teacher.

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    1. jillsalahub Post author

      Exactly, Rita. I wish I’d known I was an introvert, a highly sensitive person, because the other thing I can do now that you didn’t mention is take proper care of myself. Now I know that if I’ve been in front of a room of people even for just an hour, I’m going to need some down time, time alone when I can really rest because it takes so much out of me. I’m kind of glad I didn’t know then, though, because just now as I say it, I realize I might have used that as my “out,” told myself that was why I couldn’t do it, why it would be too hard, whereas without knowing, I kept at it, kept trying, believed somehow I could figure out how. Then when I was ready, I learned the other things about myself.

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