I always felt this way after an especially long week at theatre– fully convinced that this was Where I Was Supposed To Be, and Utterly Exhausted. When I knew that this space/moment was Where I Fit, then there was Absolutely Nothing to keep me from pouring all that I was into that place.
Dress rehearsals were a good preparation for three hours of parent / teacher conferences– having to be On/Alert/Articulate/Enthusiastic after an Already Long Day. But the excitement of communicating to parents what exactly it is about their student that makes me smile every morning, of telling them how much their students are capable of, if we can just tackle that absent-mindedness/pride/sloppiness (fill in with various “areas for improvement”), is just good.
Even when one feels dreadfully Not Confident and Aware of the fact that she is only twenty-two.
It is bizarre to realize that everything I say they remember and repeat at the dinner table–that my choice of shoes, reading material over lunch, and vocabulary sticks in their minds– it is just more than a little frightening.
But you know, half my ten and eleven year olds have decided they want to go to Oxford.
I must be doing something right.
Rebecca
