The Day I Unleashed My Inner... Wounded Chicken?
A sound came out of me that I did not know I was capable of producing. Truly, it was otherworldly.
Sometimes, you think you're ready. You visualize the moment. You rehearse in your head. You know you’re about to deliver something legendary.
That was me — standing in line, preparing to give my best warrior cry.
The demonstration before me was solid. The energy in the room was high. I took a deep breath. I was fully committed to channeling my fiercest, most primal self. I summoned every ounce of power from within and let it fly.
And then...
A sound came out of me that I did not know I was capable of producing. Truly, it was otherworldly.
Unfortunately, rather than striking fear into the hearts of enemies, it drew comparisons to... a wounded chicken.
Yes. A wounded chicken.
And yes — of course, it was recorded.
So now, rather than being remembered as a mighty warrior, I live on in digital infamy as the guy who let out a battle squawk that belongs more on a farm than on a battlefield.
But hey, at least I went for it. Fully. No regrets. I also think my students enjoyed seeing me in a vulnerable moment.
When you let down your guard you open the door to stronger student relationships.
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