I have learned today - well, over the course of the last couple of weeks, actually - that I could never be a Teacher or Instructor in any way, shape, or form.
I have the patience of a rock and am wound tighter than a hummingbird's asshole. I don't think short-fused and high-strung even begin to cover it.
I am great at doing it myself and handing it over to someone once it is done - as long as someone does not jack with, alter, or fuck up my hard work after said passing of the baton.
That is when my cute, little, rabbity ears shrink back into my head to be replaced with the horns of a snot-slinging fire-breathing demon.
What I am also NOT good at is explaining it - especially in Lehman's Terms.
I get frustrated. I get hysterical. Then my chest hurts. The tension in my shoulder tightens and pulls them up to my ears. I grind my teeth. I break another tooth. It's not cute.
How's that for a visual? A toothless, wheezing hunchbacked bunny with devil horns...
It's about par.
[Image Source: Disapproving Rabbits]