This nickname goes back to fourth grade when Milo Winter, the concert band director for a large high school in my home area, called me a worrywart. He said not to be such a worrywart as I played.
He was quite insightful. I am a worrywart.
The presentations went just fine. It was a good day.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Why-0-Why?
Why do I volunteer for things?
I didn't really want to present to my fellow teachers... Now I'm doing it again tomorrow.
I'm not as scared as I was the first time. It was scary because I know how rude teachers can be. Really, really rude. As in obnoxiously rude. They yell and rant. They walk out. They laugh at you. Every single behavior that would spin up a teacher is what they do not hesitate to do in a classroom situation. I'm serious.
Worst case scenario is that by mid-morning, the worst will be over.
I didn't really want to present to my fellow teachers... Now I'm doing it again tomorrow.
I'm not as scared as I was the first time. It was scary because I know how rude teachers can be. Really, really rude. As in obnoxiously rude. They yell and rant. They walk out. They laugh at you. Every single behavior that would spin up a teacher is what they do not hesitate to do in a classroom situation. I'm serious.
Worst case scenario is that by mid-morning, the worst will be over.
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