My first experience of teaching
|As I stood at the front of the classroom
With a pen and a shaky hand
My face felt funny and my legs were numb
Thinking twice about wanting to stand.
The intros began with a fevered grin
And a guiding hand to the chairs
The silence corrosive, breaking me down
Not knowing how to survive the stares.
I began with pictures that linked to me
Hoping for student cohesion
I was witnessing discombobbled mouths
Speaking complex words from their region.
The slowing clock said two minutes had passed
Puzzled, how would I fill the gap?
I should impress them with my new Russian
Maybe then I would get a huge clap.
Ditching the pictures I partnered them up
Persuading their curious minds
To seek out unique things within themselves
Something I was struggling to find.
This idea became a small victory
The room at once full of chatter
Admittedly, it wasn’t all English
To me, this didn’t really matter.
They disclosed their motivation to learn
And explored their family tree
Proud of the words they could already speak
Showing their skills off for all to see.
The end of class and my feelings had changed
New senses made me feel alive
I learnt something quirky about myself
That in the future, will help me thrive.