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These areas are undoubtedly useful in terms of leading a successful class…

  1. How and why? (like an internal mantra)
  2. Observation (the ground from which an appropriate measured class can be built. Also a way of reminding the whole class based on observations from one)
  3. Classroom management (the order of your class, awareness of the space, your positioning relative to your students, the smooth acquisition of props equipment)
  4. Linked themes (a way of keeping your classes attention and highlighting important points)
  5. Classroom enthusiasm: Motivation is one of the principle tasks of a teacher
  6. Personal attention and appropriate adjustments: With consideration given to the current mental emotional condition of a student as well as to their physical
  7. Yoga principles: Whether implicit or explicit, it is these principles being a reflection on reality and not an ideal that can really help students to work with their experience
  8. Safety: Another one of a yoga teacher’s primary concerns and something that should not be jeopardised for any reason
  9. Terminology/language: Latin and Sanskrit terms should always be backed up by layman’s terms and explanation where needed. Also, directional terms should be repeated and reiterated using different points of reference – “the left, the window side of the room” or “draw knee up or towards your head”
  10. Anatomy: A clear understanding of anatomy will boost the students’ confidence in the teacher as well as the teacher’s confidence in themselves and help both to understand the mechanics of the poses
  11. Physics: An understanding of the modern laws of science boost the students’ confidence in what they’re doing as well as their enthusiasm for it and energy they put in

Quotes

It was on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve, and I was in Mrs. Prothero's garden, waiting for cats, with her son Jim. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes. The wise cats never appeared.
 

— Dylan Thomas