Becoming a Superstar

Somehow during the past three weeks, the tutors began whispering amongst themselves about me. This isn't bad in itself, since apparently they are discussing positive things about my teaching style and abilities. My last tutor, Neil, looked at me after one lesson and said, "You're going to leave me with nothing negative to say about this class." I blushed and fussed with my books self-consciously. My teaching group heaved a collective sigh. Over the past weeks they have been told once or twice to model me in my lesson plans and in the classes I teach. Judy has mended her skulky ways, and smirks at me after Neil pays me his compliment. "You were brilliant in that lesson. It's not fair!" She pouts falsely. She's actually quite good at teaching, as well. In our private feedback, Neil tells me to go for the gold, and to not hold anything back in my last three classes. He says I'm a candidate for an A. Afterwards, in her private session, he tells Judy that she could possibly get a B, but that they only give an A out every three or four months. My insides twist from the pressure.