Ahhh. I love my job. Tonight the instructors get on the tables again, and have students work in small groups, fine-tuning their skills before we shift gears into the new material. Our goal is to make sure that, even if the students learn nothing new about Swedish massage for the rest of the semester, they will walk into our student clinic next term and give their clients a solid, professional session.
I work with a group of 4 people. The students take turns demonstrating their techniques, while their classmates have an opportunity to observe, comment, ask and hear the feedback I am providing. The skills I am experiencing while on the table are good. Better than good. I am having trouble concentrating, and my speech is becoming slower and slower. My heart rate slows down, my eyelids become heavier and I am struggling to be useful and productive.
Two hours fly by, and many people comment how great it was to see their classmates in the process of giving massage. Many questions ended up being answered before they were even asked. Underneath it all, I can't believe I am getting paid for this. My deep dark secret is that I would do this for free. Who wouldn't???
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