teaching

The next morning I was up early, sitting by the water, contemplating life when one of the leaders (kennedy) came up to me and asked me to teach one of the sessions on making good decisions this afternoon. What?! I thought I was here to observe and see what goes on…guess not. He said I could do good communication if I’d rather. Leaves me a book to help prepare and there I am. Completely freaked out and feeling lost. Look through the book and there is lots on AIDS/HIV (I’m catching a theme). After a while I figure this could be the answer to whether I come back…at least if I do horribly and they don’t want me back then I don’t have to make that decision….this calms me some but of course not completely as I still really don’t like public speaking. Get my session planned out according to this book and then ask kennedy if they really use this book—no you can do whatever you want…not really what I wanted to hear…go for lunch and abusa tells me that I’m up right after…now I’m not hungry either. I have an interpreter which is actually quite a nice way to do a lecture/teaching…gives you time to think about what to say next and if anything goes wrong you can blame the language barrier…there were a couple of times I would ask a question, it would get interpreted, then he would look at me for the next point…no answer because there was no question asked to the audience. So we’d try again. and a couple of times he said things that were funny—mine wasn’t so I have no idea what he said. But I think it went alright…