So you think you're a rocket scientist

I went to yoga tonight. The teacher didn't turn up. After about ten minutes, one of the students announced she was going to take the class. No one objected. I didn't either, assuming she'd have a good reason to volunteer - like some kind of yoga teaching experience. Apparently not. She put her mat in the middle of the room and started to stretch herself a bit, making it up as she went along, all the while telling us what to do. It was a surreal experience.

Let me just say there is a very big difference between a yoga teacher, and a yoga student doing roughly what she remembers from previous classes and telling you to follow her lead. I left after five minutes, saying I wasn't used to the moves and it was all going too fast for me. Actually I left because it was ridiculous. This woman was like a five year old who decides to play that she's the gym teacher and everyone has to play along. I wonder how much longer they all kept going.

Imagine doing that, next time you're in a class. Surely the reason you are there is because you are not proficient enough to perform the skill you're learning by yourself. We were lucky it was yoga, and not a flying lesson. Or glass blowing. Or neurosurgery.