There are two of us in the dojo wearing brown belts. We joined within a few months of each other and tested for our current rank as partners. Now we have each taught a class for the first time in the same week. Having another person at the same rank, going through the same experiences, is a gift.
Participating as his student in tonight's class gave me a better perspective on my earlier class. He wasn't perfect, he wasn't as confident as he might have been, but I was rooting for him. I could see something of how he chose to put techniques together, what he emphasized. It was a good class.
We both have a long way to go, but we both have come a long way, too. If I can have supportive compassion for my friend, then I should have it for myself as well, and that might be what watching him teach for the first time really taught me.