When I first started working as a teacher at the college in North Bay I approached my first class with some anxiety. I'd mapped out a lesson plan carefully, following the Teaching Master's guidance. Nervously I approached the classroom, took a deep breath and opened the door, not sure who/what would be waiting on the other side. But there was no one! I checked the time - I was ten minutes early, as I'd planned, so I sat in a chair near the front of the room, took out my notes and started to skim them over, anticipating the first students' arrival. The next time I looked at the clock, it was ten minutes past start time. "My god!" I thought, imagining that people had somehow heard that I was a newbie, and had decided to skip our "date." Just then the dean's secretary opened the door and informed me that due to a scheduling mixup, the class was actually to begin in two days.
When the actual first class happened, I had far fewer butterflies in my stomach. I guess they'd done their worst on the false Day One.
Wow. I am not sure I would have had the courage to go back! My anxiety dreams were bad enough.
When I first started working as a teacher at the college in North Bay I approached my first class with some anxiety. I'd mapped out a lesson plan carefully, following the Teaching Master's guidance. Nervously I approached the classroom, took a deep breath and opened the door, not sure who/what would be waiting on the other side. But there was no one! I checked the time - I was ten minutes early, as I'd planned, so I sat in a chair near the front of the room, took out my notes and started to skim them over, anticipating the first students' arrival. The next time I looked at the clock, it was ten minutes past start time. "My god!" I thought, imagining that people had somehow heard that I was a newbie, and had decided to skip our "date." Just then the dean's secretary opened the door and informed me that due to a scheduling mixup, the class was actually to begin in two days.
When the actual first class happened, I had far fewer butterflies in my stomach. I guess they'd done their worst on the false Day One.