This evening I spent a while at the kids' school: it was "parent power" night (i.e. the evening the school tries to get parents and kids to come to the school in the hopes of getting the mums and dads more involved in their children's education: a good thing, by and large) and the art teacher had asked me if I would help out. Even though Boo and Skibo couldn't make it (nor, being at home looking after them, could LOML) I said I was happy to help out.
I was expecting ten or fifteen people per session, four fifteen minute sessions, and was nervous: I had been asked to teach some origami, and I didn't know what the skill set would be, how engaged the students (or their parents) would be, whether I could teach that many, etc.
The first session, there were about twenty people: it went quite well, and everyone successfully folded a simple house, then converted it to a piano (which I always call a bench now, since it looks more like that to everyone to whom I teach it). The next session, three children, plus parents showed up, and I decided the initial rush was over. Again success.
Boy, was I wrong about the initial rush! The third session packed out: standing room only, probably between fifty and a hundred people in the room, and yet, amazingly, everyone was able to fold successfully: some on tables, some on laps, some standing up!
The final session was less crowded, but still twenty or more people. And still successful.
Yours, glad about how the session went,
N.
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