Hello?

Anybody out there?

We are back from the second part of our three-part yoga training, which I guess would make us each two-thirds of a teacher. Which I guess would also make the two of us together one-and-one-third yoga teachers. Which is a start.

I, for one, am glad that I still have a third to go, if this weekend's "practical" was any indication of my own teaching abilities. Turns out, it's much easier to take a yoga class than to teach one, even if it might look like the student is the one with his foot behind his head while the teacher does a lot of pacing and reminding people to breathe.

This weekend, I learned that I have a few funny little new-teacher habits. The first is a tendency to march the length of the room with my arms crossed, like some sort of yogic drill sargeant. The second is frequent use of "kindergarten-speak," which results in first-person-plural commands like: "We're going to bend into our right knees," or "Let's look over our left shoulders towards the window, which we're starting to wish we could jump out of. Together. As one."