I discovered something yesterday.
I've known most of my life about that line one crosses in anger, where everything goes cold and emotionless. Calculated, swift, scary... even deadly.
Well, it was somewhere
around my 65th hour of teaching for the week, and the nineteenth time I
explained the same thing to the same student within only a few days....
that I hit the patience line.
Everything went misty, and slightly golden.... and I felt a beatific smile cross my face.
It didn't matter anymore. I could do that same explanation forever, and smile gently as I slowly did it over, and over.
'"Yes, of course I'll show you how to do that again. I'd love to!"
The student said "You can't be mad at me", and I replied "Yes, I know, there would be no point" without losing my smile or gentle manner.
Yes youngen, I know... and of course I'll show you this for the nineteenth time, and in ten minutes I'll show you for the twentieth time too.
It's all good.
I'm home now. Till next week, when I'll do it all over again.
Everything went misty, and slightly golden.... and I felt a beatific smile cross my face.
It didn't matter anymore. I could do that same explanation forever, and smile gently as I slowly did it over, and over.
'"Yes, of course I'll show you how to do that again. I'd love to!"
The student said "You can't be mad at me", and I replied "Yes, I know, there would be no point" without losing my smile or gentle manner.
Yes youngen, I know... and of course I'll show you this for the nineteenth time, and in ten minutes I'll show you for the twentieth time too.
It's all good.
I'm home now. Till next week, when I'll do it all over again.
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