Here goes nothing...

I always said I'd never teach anything because I am bad at explaining things. Words don't come to me on the spot. (Probably one reason why I hate improv). I don't mind going in front of a crowd of strangers and saying words that someone else has written...but when I have to make up my own words, I start to feel my palms get sweaty and my heart start racing. A lot of my friends are teachers, and I have never envied them. Well, I am a nurse...and guess what comes with that job, TEACHING!! I do a tonne of teaching everyday regarding care for babies, how to take care of healing incisions, when to come in and get things checked out. I do a pile of education about medications, surgical and medical procedures....and the list goes on and on. Who would have guessed. Had I known that was involved with nursing, I may have been scared out of going into this profession. But now I am doing it, and it's not as big of a deal as I thought. I am now taking that next step in stretching myself and have agreed to teach prenatal classes. I am finally okay with the "informal" one-on-one teaching with my patients...but this will be in a classroom, and I will have to talk for a long time...and I hope it will make sense! I am quite nervous to say the least. All the information I will tell them, is stuff that I teach my patients everyday who are in labour. It will just be in a different setting with many different couples listening and asking questions, instead of just one couple. What if I can't answer their questions. What if I totally lose them and don't make any sense. What if I'm really boring and they hate it. I guess we'll find out tonight. I guess I should prepare a bit for this lesson...

"Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths theater." -Gail Godwin