Somehow I hadn’t read Richard Feynman’s book Surely You’re Joking Mr. Feynman until now. I’m not sure exactly how, though I recognized some of the stories he told.
It’s basically a collection of anecdotes from his life about being a scientist and having a really good time solving puzzles and figuring out how the world works. He tells funny stories and writes them in such a way that it feels like he’s talking. I felt kind of feisty and indignant at the stupid ways the world works and wished I had the confidence/lack of social inhibition to behave more like he did.
Last night after storytime, grandma to one of the kids came to the desk and wanted to tell me that I “make storytime a lot of fun” (I bet if she was writing it out though, she’d have written ‘alot’). It was very sweet. The funny thing about it was my supervisor’s reaction: one of those surprised/impressed both eyebrows raised “Hmm” kind of things with half a wink hidden behind it. Like it was some big surprise that someone would like my storytime. Like I thought I’d bombed and then this comment had come to pick me up from the depths of my soul. But I still have pockets of confidence and they come out when I know I’m doing what I’m good at. Telling stories to kids is one of those things I don’t need someone to make me feel better about.
My boss and her insecurities would rather I thought myself not very good at this to keep her Superior status cemented, though I’ve clearly got the actual half-hour of storytime sorted. We’ll see how my story selection and stuff goes in January, since that’s a different set of skills.