Faking it to be Real: A Real Story of False Fakery
by , 01-27-2010 at 04:29 PM (1354 Views)
I taught my first college-level English class when I was 22 years old. I was a new graduate student in an MA/Ph.D program and was given free tuition and meager stipend to teach two sections of freshman English.
Most of the students in the my classes were 18 or 19.
I was proud to teach these classes. But I was insecure as hell. I had big ideas of being an inspiration, but had real stage-fright and insecurity issues.
During the first week of class, I lectured almost exclusively. Being too afraid to look my students in the eyes, I mostly talked to the floor. I could feel the weight of their expectations, and I was certain that I could never meet them.
Week Two: I was sick of myself. . . .sick of being afraid. . . .and sick of being a lousy teacher. I knew I had to change. The floor was getting bored.
So I said to myself this: "Okay, so I'm a lousy teacher. Fine. Just fine. Now that I know that, I have to pretend to be a good teacher."
So I made a list qualities I liked in teachers:
- they're funny
- they're passionate
- they're wise
- they're confident
- they're humble
Knowing that I possessed none of the these qualities, I did my best to imitate what I enjoyed in my favorite teachers of the past. I used their stories, I used their expressions; I used their mannerisms; I used their jokes.
I used this faking strategy for the next several semesters until I started to notice something odd: I wasn't faking anymore.
I was kind of funny, wise, humble, passionate, etc. . . . . What's more the stories were slowing turning into my own. Jokes too. Hell, maybe even the wisdom.
Conclusion: Sometimes, if I fake something long enough, it becomes real. It's the damnedest thing.



