Teaching is a joy for me. I love the look that children get on their faces when it finally clicks, when they finally understand what it is they are learning. I believe that children are our future and I hope to have a good impact on the future; to make the next generation better than the last.
I have always taken on teaching roles while living at my grandmother’s house and helping with her daycare. When I was in grade school and high school, I taught the children how to roller skate. I would help preschoolers with their numbers, shapes, and colors (something I later taught as a summer pre-school program). From 7th grade on I was either a helper (or starting at age 17) a teacher at my church’s Vacation Bible School. But I have not always wanted to be a teacher.
From the time I was in 6th grade I wanted to go into medicine. My interest was Viral Pathology and Epidemiology. I wanted to study viruses in the lab and as they appear in nature. Throughout high school this was my focus, my driving force. It was how I chose my courses and why I chose the college I attended.
In my sophomore year in college I was forced to relinquish that dream. The pressure of the classes and the extended isolation of the lab work became too much; nearing an emotional breakdown [due to lack of sleep and mal nutrition] I called home, crying. I told my grandmother that I realized that my chosen major was an interest and not a passion for me, and that I could not continue in my course study any further without sacrificing my health and sanity. She asked me one simple question; “What is it that you could see yourself spending the rest of your life doing?”
And, like that, it clicked. I wanted to teach. Teaching had always been my true passion. I have not yet, nor ever will regret my choice.