come in until your muscles stop clicking

[abilouise]

Today I woke up at 9:30 for no apparent reason except that I was SOOO excited and scared because today for the first time ever I was TEACHING, even if it was a dinky stupid IAP class (I am not even going to say how few people were there). I choked for about 15 painful painful minutes and then the guy who seemed to only be there so he could plug *HIS* RSI support organization left and suddenly my sense of humor and improvisation returned and I got semi-dynamic in my presentation and suddenly knew what I wanted to put up on the board. Today was the boring day, where I wanked about injury and anatomy for too long. Tomorrow is the field trip to the clusters! I think that day 3, where I will be most in my groove and teaching yummy self-care hands-on stuff will be the best, if anyone is thinking about coming. Teaching is a lot of fun, and I think it's prying me out of my semi-burnt-out funk that made me identify WAY too much with the January 16th Dilbert. I thought I got into this career so that I would never HAVE to identify with Dilbert. It's a dirty trick, making massage therapy Dilberts.

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[lakmiseiru.livejournal.com]

You did great! The class was actually fun, even if you don't believe me saying so... *smile* I personally think that teaching anatomy-type stuff and the more scientific stuff is actually better in a small group-type discussion than if you'd had slides and notes and stuff. I certainly learned a lot more, and will remember it better! (and see you tomorrow)