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A few months ago I was asked if I would like to become a tutor. At first I was a bit like "Nah, that's not for me" but after a few successful mentor programmes I wondered if this could be a new step for me. I received lots of information and within days I was on a training course.
A few weeks later I was in a classroom with my own mentor helping me through the first few classes, as with all new things I was extremely nervous and of course I was excited about this new challenge. The major difference I found was that when I had been mentoring people they had actually wanted to learn whereas some (a minority) sign up to classes without really wanting to learn. I found this frustrating and a bigger challenge than dealing with a mixture of ages (my recent class there is an age range from 18-58) and that sometimes I found myself rambling on. Who would have thought I rambled huh?
Before Christmas I started to be left on my own with a class and again I felt daunted and unsure of how my class would be. Taking time off because of my knee op made me re-think my strategy of how to deal with these feelings of doubt. I started writing down all my doubts and once I'd written them down they seemed so small and pathetic that I was really excited to get back into the classroom. This week I went back in and my doubts came rushing back when I received a text from work saying "Your new class has a group of challenging teens enjoy!". Urgh. All that positive thinking shattered.
I won't deny that the class were a bit of a challenge, one of them walked out before lunchtime on my first day back. I did get him back though and then found out it was nothing to do with the class as to why he had walked out. But I was pleased I got him back.
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