I was at urinal during a break in my Grand Forks session. "I'll give you this," the guy said next to me. "You walk your talk."
- The etiquette on urinal interaction must be a little more relaxed in North Dakota than in California.
- You get the subtext right? "I'm not buying any of this stuff, obviously, but you put on a good show."
I've facilitated enough PD to not feel new at it. I've taken enough coursework in PD at Stanford to feel like I get some of the theory behind teaching adults about teaching children. Whenever I'm planning a session or a talk, though, I don't lean on the theory or my experience half as hard as I do on the fear that I'll be working with a teacher who's exactly like me, and he'll hate me. Which is to say, rather, that I'll hate me.
My urinal buddy helped me understand that whenever I blog or facilitate PD or give a talk or drive in traffic or cook a meal or talk to my friends, subconsciously, I'm always wondering, "Would I hate me?" It's a coin flip, really, whether that's evidence of personal integrity or flagrant self-absorption.