Saturday, July 25, 2009
On Friday, I taught my first art lesson. My student, luckily for me, is astonishingly talented. She's a 14-year-old daughter of friends of Peter's and mine, and she draws better than I ever will. But she'd like some guidance at painting, and so I agreed to give it a try.
I've done a fair amount of teaching in my life, and when it comes to teaching formally, in school (in my case, teaching copy editing and page design at the State University of New York at New Paltz), I really didn't enjoy it.
Well, let me revise that. I enjoyed it up to the point where I had to give grades. I enjoyed the coaching and mentoring aspects, building relationships with the students, witnessing their growth.
I loved teaching pottery, at the Stonington Community Center. And, judging from one session of teaching a gifted student, I'm going to love teaching painting.
Fear pales so, in the face of success.