Have I mentioned I'm reliving all of my high school insecurities, except this time I'm sitting in a room with people in their mid to late 20s?
I had forgotten how paranoid I could be, but there it is. I'm paranoid. Oh, hold on to your seat. It gets worse.
I spend my entire day telling my students not to be embarrassed to ask questions. I tell them that we're all just here to learn and there's no shame in clarifying information. I tell them I won't think they're stupid if they ask me questions and it's my job to guide them through whatever process/information we're learning at the time.
I don't want to talk to my professor. I don't want to ask him questions because he may think I'm stupid. It would be completely devastating to hear that I don't belong in this class. And even though I'm here to learn, I naturally expect that I'm going to know everything before I have the opportunity to learn it.
Sick, isn't it? Hypocrisy knows no limits.
(And now I'm going to email my professor. You can't hear disapproval in type face.)