- That disc that we were supposed to bring to record the session ... the only thing that I forgot
- That 15+ minute lesson plan that I had crafted ... cut down to 10 minutes because
- I misread the clock and didn't realize that we were running so far behind as a group
- The hours that I spent converting a technology based presentation to a non-tech version ... wasted as it was actually possible to get a projector
- Trying to present a grade 10 topic to 5th year university students ... watch the activity timing shrink
I'm a relatively shy fellow, so I feed off of nervous energy to help energize my presentations. I'm also a fairly relaxed fellow so high energy states aren't my standard state of being. As such, I haven't yet learned how to harness that energy ahead of time to the point where I can control it and gauge the appropriate amount. After a couple of minutes, I get into the flow and my patter takes over and can feed off of that well of energy that I have waiting in the back wings. But for the first couple of minutes, I've pulled a cork out of Mt Vesuvius and I'm desperately hoping that the flimsy "please be kind to Pompeii" sign that I'm holding up can actually steer the lava flow.
I love the material that I'll be teaching, whether it will be math or history, and desperately want to communicate that joy to my students. I realize that not everybody will see the excitement of Roman History, but I'd really like to infect a few of the fence sitters along the way. And I also know that my semblance of nerves won't help the matter since nervous teacher => anxious class. I enjoy talking in front of people, I just have to find a way to control the energy within me when everybody focuses their attention on me. And I recognize that much of this will come with time, but you never get a second chance to make a first impression ... and I'd rather not have my shaky impression colour me permanently. But for now, Wile E Coyote has stepped off the cliff, and is holding up his 'HELP!' sign.