I spent part of Sunday running two D&D-ish scenarios for two seperate groups of kids at the learning center my ex-wife runs in Brooklyn as a prelude to possibly including RPGs as part of her regular Sunday and Summer Activity programs.
It was so awesome I am left feeling like I've missed my calling. I hate to admit my Mom might've been right on this one but I think I should've been a teacher. I loved working with these kids and was amazed by their intelligence and humor, even when for some of them English is their second language.
I've loathe to admit it not because of pride (my Mom is usually right and I've excepted that a long time ago) but because I hated school growing up.
Now hate is a strong word so I think I'll use it twice. Hate hated school. I never wanted to be a teacher because a) I would need to go to school longer to learn to teach and b) I didn't want a job where people disliked me as I disliked so many of my teachers.
Now granted, I liked some. A few I liked a lot. The vast majority were akin to the Legion of Supervillains. They were Eeeevil. Yeah.
I'll do a little recap of each session tonight when I get home from work. Pretty funny stuff. I also want to get to continuing my break downs and recaps of my Champions game. Oh! And I have an idea for a product to sell that may just kick butt. It could also suck. Help me decide!