Zepp
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Little bit of a story:
As one of the senior students in our TKD class, I'm always helping instruct the lower belts. But last night, I was reminded of what it really means to be a teacher when I volunteered to help our instructor teach the first white belt class of the quarter (our class is taught at a university). Our instructor had to leave halfway through, so what he wanted to do was basically have me teach them everything, with a little bit of his supervision. It's been a really long time since I had to think about starting from scratch, but I didn't realize how hard it would really be.
First off, our instructor introduced himself, me, and said a few words about TKD. Then I got things started. I had them line up, had them bow in, and started with some warm-up stretches (we were running short on time so we skipped the jogging warm-up). No problems there. Then I started to teach TKD.
Thankfully, the real instructor was still there to lend a hand when needed. I started off trying to show them how to stand in a front stance. From there, I was about to show them how to walk they way we do when we do moves in basics. Oopsie!
I should have started by teaching them to throw a punch, just while standing still. No, wait! Scratch that. I need to show them how to make a fist first. D'oh!
For about 5 minutes, the real instructor took control of his class back to help us get started. He explained and demonstrated everything in the simple terms that I wasn't able to. Thankfully he was there, or we would have had some very confused white belts. (So sue me- I learned to punch when I was 6- like I'm going to remember how to explain it to someone who never learned. :shrug: )
Then he had to leave, and it was just me and the newbies. Things went a lot smoother from there, but I still struggled to try and explain some things in terms that someone without any martial arts experience could understand. (I also managed confuse my left side with my right once, making me look like a real genius.) I was actually very relieved to see that at the end of the session the whole class seemed to be getting the hang of everything I had taught them. Hopefully they show up for the next class, lead by the real teacher.
I've said this before, but I was really reminded of it last night: You only truly understand something if you can explain to those who know nothing about it.
As one of the senior students in our TKD class, I'm always helping instruct the lower belts. But last night, I was reminded of what it really means to be a teacher when I volunteered to help our instructor teach the first white belt class of the quarter (our class is taught at a university). Our instructor had to leave halfway through, so what he wanted to do was basically have me teach them everything, with a little bit of his supervision. It's been a really long time since I had to think about starting from scratch, but I didn't realize how hard it would really be.
First off, our instructor introduced himself, me, and said a few words about TKD. Then I got things started. I had them line up, had them bow in, and started with some warm-up stretches (we were running short on time so we skipped the jogging warm-up). No problems there. Then I started to teach TKD.
Thankfully, the real instructor was still there to lend a hand when needed. I started off trying to show them how to stand in a front stance. From there, I was about to show them how to walk they way we do when we do moves in basics. Oopsie!
I should have started by teaching them to throw a punch, just while standing still. No, wait! Scratch that. I need to show them how to make a fist first. D'oh!
For about 5 minutes, the real instructor took control of his class back to help us get started. He explained and demonstrated everything in the simple terms that I wasn't able to. Thankfully he was there, or we would have had some very confused white belts. (So sue me- I learned to punch when I was 6- like I'm going to remember how to explain it to someone who never learned. :shrug: )
Then he had to leave, and it was just me and the newbies. Things went a lot smoother from there, but I still struggled to try and explain some things in terms that someone without any martial arts experience could understand. (I also managed confuse my left side with my right once, making me look like a real genius.) I was actually very relieved to see that at the end of the session the whole class seemed to be getting the hang of everything I had taught them. Hopefully they show up for the next class, lead by the real teacher.
I've said this before, but I was really reminded of it last night: You only truly understand something if you can explain to those who know nothing about it.