Which is silly, I know...I'm a grown-up now, and I know how to swim, and I actually enjoy making a big splash off the diving board and all that.
But there's an analogue here...
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And if I'm honest, it's a little off-putting for me. I'm feeling like I've jumped into the deep end of the pool. I know I can swim--I've had the "swimming lessons" I need, technologically-speaking. But I don't just want to tread water, and I sure hope I'm not belly-flopping here. I'd like to think I'm making a graceful entry into the water, and gliding along smoothly.
But let's be real: I'm no Michael Phelps. I didn't break the surface smoothly; my strokes are a little ragged so far. I'm making forward progress, but I know I need to refine my technique a little.
It can be scary diving into the deep end. And that's true of kids in swimming lessons, true of graduate students getting into heavy content in an unfamiliar milieu, and of professors exploring new formats for their teaching practice!