Growing up, I experienced many firsts, such as the first time I rode a bike, the first time I cooked, and the first time I gave a speech. However, if there is one time that memorably impresses memorable, it is undoubtedly my first experience of preparing for class. It was a deep sense of anxiety, like an undercurrent surging through me, that kept me at peace.
I am a teacher and have always been passionate about what I do. However, when I was first asked to prepare for a lesson independently, I felt more pressure than ever before. I was worried that I would not be able to prepare the content of the course adequately, that my teaching methods would not be effective enough, and that even that the students would not like my classes. This anxiety welled up from the bottom of my heart and kept me awake.
I tossed and turned in bed, and every possible scenario kept coming to my mind. Am I missing something? Will my course be too boring? Will I fail to motivate my students? These questions pierced my heart like a sharp knife and kept me at ease. However, I knew I couldn't just be defeated. I took a deep breath and reminded myself to have faith.
I started to look up the materials, refer to the teaching experience of other teachers, and try to design various interactive sessions to make the lessons more interesting. I even simulated a lecture in front of a mirror, revising my lesson plans over and over again. As I stood on the podium and looked at the eager eyes of the students, I knew it was my chance to show myself. Although I was still a little nervous, I took a deep breath and began my lecture.
That's what I learned from my first lesson preparation, and it's an experience I'll never forget.