I’m endlessly fascinated when I’m teaching. I look around the room, and there’s however many people there, doing something they might never have done before. We’re using a strange alchemy of words and movements and attempts at explanation – and hoping it will somehow translate, across the barrier of someone else’s brain into someone else’s body, in a way that will make sense to them, make sense to their partner, make sense to us when we’re looking at it…
It just endlessly fascinates me that this actually WORKS. We’ve said some words, shown some movements, said more words, tried again. We’ve done this, this bizarre thing, and the knowledge is departing from us and entering someone else’s brain.
And it astounds me to see it happening. And it’s a real… privilege? honour? I’m not sure what it is. Something. It’s just … bloody amazing, walking out of a class, seeing that room full of people doing something they’ve never done before, doing it well, and … knowing that somewhere along the lines, I’m responsible for that.
It’s amazing. I love it.