Earlier last week I had promised a girl I would teach her to knit on Thursday. Well, she didn't show up to the Campus Ministry office, and when I texted her she said she was had forgotten and slept in. Fortunately though, one of our friends was in the office there and I told him, "Michael, I did not come prepare to teach someone to knit for nothing. I've got two and a half hours before my Apocalyptic Literature class, so you are just going to have to learn." And without the least bit of protest I had myself a pupil.
He was actually quite excited about it, and it didn't take him very long to learn long-tail casting. I was impressed. No lie though, I was an absolute b*tch of a teacher. Of course, I really don't have any right to be, as I've only been knitting for just over a year now. But he said that preferred me yelling at him because it made him more focused and determined to get it right. When I had come back after my two classes he had a good 7 or 8 rows done on an 8-stitch swatch. He only had two major problems: he accidently increased it by two stitches and almost all of them were twisted. "Counter-clockwise!" I said, "Go around the needle left to right!" He's a quick study though and has a ton of enthusiasm. We definitely have a new male knitter in our midst. Best of luck to him. Next week he's going to learn the purl stitch.