I am not here. As you read this I will be relaxing by doing some school talks in Devon for the Appledore Festival. How is this relaxing, I hear you ask?
Because yesterday a very stressful thing will have happened and anything will be relaxing by comparison.
What is this thing?
My parents will have been in the audience of an event I'm doing. For the first time. Ever.
My parents.
Yes.
Thank you for your concern. Normal service will resume when I have recovered.
(Edited to add: I did it! They came! They were impressed! Everything was lovely! That deserves exclamation marks and other sparkly things!)
18 comments:
Sometimes we all need reminding how it feels to be five!
Glad it went ok.
Hurrah! So glad it went well. And I hope the rest of the festival really *is* relaxing and enjoyable for you!
LOL Fantastic news! :-)
Blimey well done!! I can't imagine my parents showing up to one of my readings. I don't know who would have a heart attack first. Have a wonderful day in Devon to celebrate!
Am currently trying to dissuade mine from coming to my Appledore event. Hope to see you there.
Purr-fect!
Congrats! I used to do environmental education programs in schools and I know I was always most nervous when I was teaching my kids' classes.
I knew you'd be fine! Really pleased it went well.
Having my dad around makes me sweat buckets and make ridiculous mistakes. Give me thirty 10-year-olds and I'll be fine.
I'm glad it went OK. My parents came to my inaugural lecture, so I know the feeling. I think lecturing to my daughter's year at medical school was worse. My terror was only improved slightly by reminding myself that it was no fun for her either.
I went OK and they actually clapped at the end.
Thankfully you made it through with flying colors. Your parents love you, so no matter the outcome, you shouldn't have STRESSED so much.
Mind you Nicola if you think that was bad you will sympathise with the younger brother of my friend John. They were both researcher in maths. John was severely disabled but he had made a name for himself right from the start with a brilliant doctoral thesis. When it came to his brother's turn to present his first paper at a conference he was expecting just a handful of people. The room was crowded. He nervously stated, "I did not expect so many people."
A deep voice from the back of the semi-darkened room replied, "We came to see what John's brother can do."
It's gas. We want our parents to be proud of us more than anyone else. I wrote a little poem once and thses lines were in it 'I txt my father, Didn't ur baby girl do well?'
Say the right thing I pray,
just this once please say the right thing.
Bip Bip
'Top of the class'
It's official
My father is proud of me.' It wasn't a very good poem but I'll never forget the moment. Bit sad really considering I was 46 when I wrote it!!
Well done!
How lovely that it went so well - but I can see why you were nervous, Nicola - very scary situation!
Thank you all, for your kind comments. Parents, eh? Or perhaps kids, eh?
Tom, sadly I've gone. I had to leave after my school events on Monday. I was trying to keep costs down for the organisers. So I will miss you. Good luck!
Cat, that is a stressful tale!
Aw, but I don't believe it was the first time ever that they were in your audience. Did you never perform in nativity plays in school?
You're their baby. You can do no wrong.
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