About three weeks ago a member of the Relief Society presidency (the society of women in my church) called me and asked if I would teach the lesson for the women during the third hour today.
Of course I said yes.
And proceeded to agonize over it for the next three weeks. I called everyone I knew with teaching experience and asked for advice on teaching, putting a lesson together from a talk instead of a lesson manual, and not being horrible at teaching.
Yes, I spent over a year teaching kids in the primary, but I attribute most of the success I had at it to Kyle, who has two years of experience teaching people. Also, kids are less intimidating to teach than adults.
So I taught the lesson, and I have no objective feelings about it (trust me, they’re all terrifically subjective), so all I can really say is that it’s over. Huzzah! Kyle assures me that he thinks I did great, which is an assurance that would make me feel better if, you know, he’d actually heard the lesson. Now I hope that I did well enough that people didn’t leave saying “Wow, that was one of the worst lessons we’ve had in a while”, but not so well that anybody thinks to ask me to teach again.
Because that’s how it works, right?
I’d be more confident if I didn’t belong to a church that believes in teaching skills through trials by fire. At least it’s a very effective skill acquiring method. It’s why I’m confident with public speaking.
Just not teaching.
Maybe I really do just need more practice?