Iâ€™m a sucker for a good teacher and a huge snob about it.
I donâ€™t really care if you are teaching me to stand on my head or whistle in the dark, if you know how to teach – Iâ€™ll follow you. (I may even immigrate to another country, move in with you, and buy your house if you are really skilled!)
The challenge Iâ€™m finding is because Iâ€™ve had not only good teachers, but great teachers in my life, when I go to a class with someone who is not a good teacher, well, itâ€™s darn right painful.
I donâ€™t care how much I want to learn something, itâ€™s not worth the struggle to stay in a classroom when Iâ€™m secretly wanting to poke my eyes out with sharp sticks.
This last year, Iâ€™ve wanted to join a class of some kind. The rec. centre here is an amazing place with loads of activities, unfortunately, the times Iâ€™ve attended a few different classes, Iâ€™ve been too snobby to stay. I blame the instructors.
So, much to my delight, I met Georgia at the Blissful Yoga Studio.
I was gifted a 5 class pass at the end of last year and had a chance to go once. It was nice. I went again yesterday and I am pleased to say, I will go again, and even again, and it is all because of Georgia!
Iâ€™m not a huge fan of yoga, but I am a fan of taking classes. I like being a student, and joining a qigong or tai chi class on the coast is not going to happen.
Here are just 5 examples of why I thought Georgia was a good instructor.
#1. Five minutes before class started, Georgia closed the door and hung the â€œclosedâ€ sign up. No one is allowed in late! 10 points!
#2. Georgia actually taught the class. She didnâ€™t practice with us.
#3. She was good enough describing what to do, that I could keep my eyes closed and not feel I was missing anything. When I did peek with a question, she was a mirror to the class. You knowâ€¦.She’d say, â€œWith your left handâ€¦â€ while her right hand was in the correct position. This is good.
#4. Georgia would bring me back to my breath, each time my mind took off in critique of the class. Good teachers know when a student wanders.
#5. The best, the absolute best thing, I liked about learning yoga from Georgia – was she taught with her regular voice! She did not use that horrid meditation/bliss ninny/guru, spacey voice, that is so fucking slow and full of breath, youâ€™d think she was talking to idiots, or reaching a stereotypical spiritual orgasm. She used her REAL voice.
Bonus reason #6. I knew she might be the teacher for me, when she never once said,
â€œI invite you to _______ .â€ Fill in the blank!