The West Indian Mother was a teacher. She was actually a kindergarten teacher. (I know, they’re so little and cute…and devilish…but in an endearing way.) I never aspired to teach anything — and certainly not in front a group of adults. Ironic since my career has an element of coaching, occasional ‘teaching’ opportunities, but I am no Teacher of the Year. Self-Diagnosis: I tend to ramble and repeat things over and over again to make my point once, twice, thrice (don’t give me that side eye) — blah, blah, blah…
Imagine my surprise when I was asked by a respected university professor to be a guest lecturer for a class. I was given full permission to spew my marketing and business development know-how. Oh, yes, and this was not a joke. I’d be speaking to a room of ‘serious’ students. Code: I needed to prepare.
I sorted through and read articles on the Web, flipped through books and dug deep into my personal-experience-bag-o-tricks. (If you follow me on Twitter, you know I had a fair amount of tweets on the lecture prep.)
Flashback: There were a few times during the lecture when I looked around the room and the ‘serious’ students were serious…seriously scary — stone, cold serious. They even had the body language of “Ugh, God, can she wrap it up already,” and that got me rambling away. It was like an “Oh no!” panic moment. It wasn’t all bad, however. (I’m throwing myself a bone here.) There were fleeting moments of interaction where a few actually looked interested, but unfortunately, it was not like I envisioned. (So much for my wild imaginations about students rushing up at the end of the class to bombard me with questions. Boy, was I delusional.)
I couldn’t wait for it to be over — I needed the nightmare that I was starting to get sucked into to end (maybe I’m being a tad bit melodramatic). The Bottom Line: Teaching is best left to the professionals.
If it wasn’t clear when I walked in the door, it was clear when they practically stampeded out the door (they didn’t, but in my state of disappointment, that’s what it felt like): I bombed. Ouch.
Blank Stares and Boredom…My first attempt at Lecturing Domination…Well, that’s over.
smh. (Translation for all you non-Twitter folks: shaking my head)