It is so strange, how you get involved with something and get completely 'obsessed' by it. You spend all your time doing it and then comes that feeling. Adrenaline rush, sweaty palms; the debut.
My first time in front of the class, is something I'd never imagine happening during my first year. I had just graduated and gotten my second diploma for designing and I had not even settled completely when they told us that we would be interning from the second semester to the end of the year. I can still feel my heart skip a beat when thinking of that moment.
We needed to find a school which would accept us as an intern. They gave us some pointers but it was basically up to us. I was lucky. I found two spots and landed both. One was at a prestigious school with a good rep and the other was actually in my neighborhood. Now I had to make a decision.
I went for the school with the good rep. It would look really good on my resumé after all. And then came the first time I had to stand in front of the class and introduce myself.
I had all the symptoms; sweaty palms, even a little big of sweaty pits (that's why I love deodorant) and the red face. I felt like everybody was watching me, and truthfully they were.
26 kids' eyes were directed towards me and my co-intern. His name is Bobby and to this day they love saying his name.
Then a couple of weeks later I got the real dip in the kiddy pool.
(is that some saying or is it just me and my dutchism?)
I had to explain an assignment and keep the class calm. Then direct their attention towards fellow students and have them participate. I felt that I had screwed up in a way, but the teacher was actually impressed. She liked how most of them listened and came up with an idea for those who don't.
I guess taking that leap and jump in the kiddy pool, without wings to keep you afloat is scary, but when you do it, you find out that it is really not that bad. Actually, I've sorta grown to kinda love it.
And that after only 8 weeks, weird he?
X0 Chantal
