TheBoatman
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Yes it’s the night before my teaching another RYA PB2 course and I’m sitting here wondering why I put myself through this. There are 4 instructors, 12 candidates, 4 different boats and a whole lot of grief in store before we get to Sunday evening. I know that by the end of play tomorrow I will have a head like a sponge; I’ll probably have a facial tick, turned to drink and nerves shot to hell. I along with my fellow instructors would have told people for the umpteenth time how to tie a bowline, sat patiently as we careen off the pontoon yet again, watched as the mooring buoy we were attempting to pick up goes flying by, looked on as the tiller/helm is pushed back and forth in rapid succession because the candidate can’t quite make up their mind as to which way they want to boat to go in, run down (or killed) the MOB and all this whilst maintaining a complete air of serene complacency, gentle words of encouragement when you really want to get off the boat or at the very least “cry”
BUT, as I know all to well, by Monday I would have forgotten all this agro and will only remember their faces when after 2 days we have turned virgins into prostitutes and hand the successful ones their “ticket”.
If only they knew how much emotional effort goes into being a RYA instructor<s>.
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BUT, as I know all to well, by Monday I would have forgotten all this agro and will only remember their faces when after 2 days we have turned virgins into prostitutes and hand the successful ones their “ticket”.
If only they knew how much emotional effort goes into being a RYA instructor<s>.
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