At the Edge
To be truthful, interning at the Writing Center hasn't been full of confusing twists and turns. Thanks to the friendly, welcoming atmosphere Melissa and the consultants have created in our center, it's been quite easy to settle in. I've really been enjoying my time there. It's been a month since I began working in the center, and the time has whizzed by. I've sat in on consultations, and have been furiously studying tutoring techniques outlined in the Bedford Guide for Writing Tutors. I've been diligently reading Martha Kolln and learning grammar galore. Now, only a few short weeks separate me from my full integration into the world of tutoring, from my first consultation.
...Sorry, I just think I had a mild heart attack. I am absolutely terrified. It's not that I'm a stranger to writing tutoring (having two younger siblings and two busy parents meant I got to look over essays and homework). But suddenly, the idea of helping some stranger with a writing assignment is making me break out into cold sweats! I suddenly feel completely inadequate! I don't know enough grammar, I don't know MLA/APA/Chicago well enough, I can't even speak coherently half the time!
I know I need to relax. I know that everyone gets the jitters right before a big transition. I know I need to breathe deeply and not break down into hysterics when my first appointment arrives. I know I can do this. Now that I'm at the edge of the cliff, I know I need to just jump off.
Maybe I just need a little push.
If anyone has a first time story that will not send me running away in terror, I'd love to hear it!