Teaching me

So, now that my teaching hyman has been broken – which, I’m sure you’ll agree, is a charming turn of phrase – I feel like I should write something insightful about it. But, ha, if that’s what you’re after then you’ve come to the wrong place.

This is what I’ve discovered:

* Walking around the room as you talk students through a program is a great way to hide shaking hands;

* I assume too much knowledge – like knowing what thumbnails are, and that if you want to play with an image in Photoshop, then you need to open that image in Photoshop, not in the preview thingy;

* That when you change the order of the lesson at the last minute, you forget all the cool things that you showed the other classes;

* If the room is even slightly warm, my face will go bright red, even if I’m not stressed or self-conscious or embarrassed (actually, I knew this already, but the computer labs are really hot and stuffy, and how the fuck am I going to teach them Dreamweaver when they’re falling asleep from lack of air?);

* Talking for two hours is thirsty work. Why don’t I get the same dry mouth and croaky voice when talking at a thousand miles an hour, for hours, with friends? Oh yeah, that’s right, because I usually have a wine/beer/cider in my hand when I’m with them. Ahh, I love my friends.

9 responses to “Teaching me

  1. I teach in a room that has multiple heaters on full for the whole day before I get there, and I am always, always way too hot and bright red after five minutes of the class. And then my face gets mega sweaty, which looks like I have the nervous sweats! It’s awful. I try to get the heaters off before class starts now, but it takes forever to cool down. Teaching in a sauna is not great, and definitely sleep-inducing!

    • Hello LadyNews, welcome to the News with Nipples.

      I just don’t get heating classrooms. Sure, they can’t be ice boxes, but they’re always way too warm and it makes everyone really flat and sleepy.

      It’s good to know that I’m not the only one whose face goes bright red at the slightest temperature rise, but not good for either of us.

      • I agree about heating classrooms; the one I am in is heated all day, with more than one heater in each room, and each on the highest setting. It just isn’t necessaryto heat it that much, and (especially because I teach in the evening) it just makes people sleepy and lose focus. Just dialling it back on the heating would make all the difference (in my opinion, anyway).

  2. the teaching hyman (hymen sp?) being broken.. what wonderful imagery is derived from such a phrase!
    I’ve done lots of at work training and running seminars and workgroups and 1-1 coaching sessions.. does this mean that my teaching hymen is still intact?
    If so, where can i find it? What happens if if also ridden a horse or used a tampon?

  3. I laughed until I cried.
    I teach adults medical stuff, so they already know everything!
    Ihave the same issues with profuse sweating and have started layering clothes in the hope that the cotton will absorb before sweat hits the loose top layer.
    This unfortunately leads people to ask when the baby is due.
    Fark.
    Big ups to you my friend!

    • I think the big ups go in your direction. Teaching medical stuff is way out of my league. I just show some third year communications students how to use programs they’ll probably never use in the workplace. (Actually, that’s not entirely true – they will use photoshop.)

  4. Welcome to the world of “just winging it” teaching!

    I teach adult ed archaeology in a freezing/boiling lecture hall with inappropriately placed pillars. I also have a tendency to mumble, assume knowledge and make inappropriate jokes that no one except me understands (I once attributed the “Out of Africa” theory of human migration to Meryl Streep to see if anyone was actually listening). To exacerbate this I like to cure the dry mouth of two hours of teaching by drinking coffee, which leads to mania and randomness.

    Isn’t it fun?

    And yes, I too let them have handouts at the beginning and then wonder why the hell I turned up.

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