An Open Letter

I realized one reason why I really like teaching. I love the feeling of being able to help people out, and also share my passion for things I love. Yesterday my section went from ~30 people to maybe 40, which is unprecedented – almost unanimously sections get smaller as time goes on. Today my office hours almost filled up the TA trailer, with maybe 25 students there just for me. One girl asked me if it was fine to swap sections, and then said she would be coming to mine, which I thought was incredibly sweet.

I spent about an hour and a half in my later class making a piazza writeup explaining something that a lot of people were struggling with, and I really hope that it helps out some people. I just like being helpful I think, and being a TA is very nice because I don’t have the guilt of being overbearing or disrespectful when I try to help people in classes I’m taking. I don’t think I come off that way, but I am always aware of that risk, so being a TA is very nice. Thank god for my beta blockers, as I’m able to talk in front of large group of people without my physical signs of anxiety which makes everything possible to be honest.

R – 3 breaths

E – I guess I’m not really doing anything wrong, and I’m at a pretty stable happy place in life right now. I can just maintain this progress and continue what I’m doing.

S – This weekend go ahead and do something from your checklist, whether it’s film something, go to the botanical garden, go on a long walk, etc.

T – Hold myself accountable.