"Hey, look at his butt!" Jack whispers, sending his friends into ceaseless bouts of giggles. After fifteen minutes of instruction, the group of five-year-olds retained one idea: Winnie-the-Pooh's hindquarters were more entertaining than learning about hand hygiene. I demonstrate proper handwashing techniques once more, as my pride, and the minute remnants of Vaseline on my hand, make a Usain Bolt-like dash towards the drain of the polished metal basin.
As a new Red Cross Club, we had failed. As a leader, I failed all 12 of them.
At our next club meeting, an eerie silence usurped the typical laughter which occurred. We completely mishandled a simple presentation.
"I scheduled another presentation." I inform the club.
Anxiety. Silence. More
As a new Red Cross Club, we had failed. As a leader, I failed all 12 of them.
At our next club meeting, an eerie silence usurped the typical laughter which occurred. We completely mishandled a simple presentation.
"I scheduled another presentation." I inform the club.
Anxiety. Silence. More