Today I taught my first class ever. It kind of snuck up on me. I was told weeks ago I would sub for an English Small Group Instructor (SGI) with my company, at a center in Baldwin Park. It wasn’t until yesterday when that teacher called me with instructions that I realized I would actually be teaching a class. Granted, it was only two classes of like 10 students. But you know what? I really liked it. And I think I can do this. I think I can teach. Somehow when I’m communicating in front of a group, I open my mouth and all these ideas come out and they surprise me, and even more surprising is that it looks like these teenagers are actually interested in what I’m saying. I think it’s part of my being an external processor. I can’t micro-plan for the lesson, because I won’t be able to stick to it. I just have to know what topic I’m supposed so speak on, grasp the vision or the concept for the lesson, and go with it. I don’t think I’ll be in the next Dangerous Minds/Freedom Writers type of movie…I’m leaning more toward being a college professor. Today I was launched into a mini-dream of what life would be like if I was teaching at a university. In an office with floor to ceiling bookshelves, interesting objects from my world travels, a vintage globe, and a skylight. I would spend time reading and writing, discussing and debating, taking students under my wing and watching their potential unfurl like little wings, ready to lift them off into the future. So, maybe not Dangerous Minds, but what about Dead Poets’ Society? Or I would be cool with being like Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile. It’s scary to think of how much schooling I still have to do to get there, but how cool would it be if I was a Doctor?