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My inner thoughts are a rickety see-saw that sometimes make
it hard to find my footing and walk through life. Either I am insecure and constantly
critical, or I feel that I am too confident and possibly coming off as
superior. Without a balance, sometimes it’s hard to see which side I am going
to land on.
As a teacher, I am constantly speaking in front of 100+
students a day. Trained in high school theater, I am not afraid of putting
myself out there or addressing a crowd. However, being the reflective person
that I am, I tend to overanalyze events, making me feel insecure.
When I was in my first year of teaching as a member of the
Alumni Volunteer Corps at the University of Detroit Jesuit High School and
Academy, part of my salary was paid in food. We got five dollars a day for
lunch, which was usually spent on chicken tenders and fries. Twice a week, the
Mothers Club brought us dinner, usually some type of pasta or cheesy dish and
always a luxurious dessert. Needless to say, when getting paid in food, one
tends to put on a little bit of weight. It was that May of 2011 when I finally
noticed mine. Now, it wasn’t some secret, private bathroom scale that opened my
eyes to this enlarging circumference. Instead, it was a student named Martin
who came up in the cafeteria and rubbed my belly, talking about cookies. I was embarrassed
and furious, but he wasn’t wrong.
In college teaching programs, professors tell you that
students notice everything. And they are right! If students noticed I had
gained a belly, then I’m sure they notice much more. This is a frightening
thought to someone who puts themselves out there every day in front of
teenagers. Especially to someone like me who over thinks things as I do.
Now, when I teach, questions constantly run through my mind.
Am I going too slow? Am I talking too fast? Is this lesson boring? Why does
that student sit and look like he is too cool for me? He probably is too cool
for me. How’s my weight? Should I suck in my gut while teaching? (I’ve done
that.) Do they notice my new pimple? Have I already worn this tie this week? Am
I an outfit repeater? What should I do with my hands while I talk? I once made
the mistake of looking up myself on ratemyteachers.com to find that one student
thinks I am too flamboyant because of my hands. What is he really getting at by
calling me flamboyant? And I have to record this blog post. I hate my voice.
What if I sound stupid?
When you constantly put yourself out there. There is a
tendency to feel raw and exposed. But that is no reason to hide.
I am a pretty confident guy, too. I have accomplished a lot
in my 27 years so far: graduated from the University of Michigan, got a
teaching job right out of college, completed my Master’s degree and earned a
state certification as a reading specialist, wrote and published an
award-winning novel. I direct school plays, put out amazing student literary
magazines, coach a nationally competitive forensics team, and this summer I
became president of the Detroit Catholic Forensic League. I have presented at
state and nation-wide teacher conferences multiple times, and I have been selected
to participate in plenty of leadership programs in Jesuit education taking me
from Chicago to Europe. However, when looking at this list, I feel too cocky
for even typing it. Am I bragging too much? Should I not mention some of these
things? Even now, I know I left some things out on purpose. I don’t want to
come off like I’m full of myself, so sometimes I just keep my successes to
myself.
Why is there no balance between either feeling insecure or
unjustly superior? I may not be able to find the perfect ratio, but after
reflecting on this topic, I do know there is one thing I believe. When deciding
to focus on the negative or the positive, I choose the side of being awesome.
No matter how down and out things get or how critical of myself I can be, I
going to recall that I am an awesome person. We are all awesome, so why waste
time focusing on the negative? That’s not how I’m going to choose to spend my
time.
I recorded this entry using Vocaroo. You can also hear the recording here.
I recorded this entry using Vocaroo. You can also hear the recording here.
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