Somehow, for some reason, in some grand moment with lots of planning and preparation and thought and discernment, I decided to become a teacher. At least for two years, so I told myself.
Sure, I'll leave all my friends and family behind and go to TSUN and throw myself into this profession and meet new people and get my own classroom and *change lives*, so I told myself.
And yes, I'll agree to teach a hundred and fifty kids each year, most of which do not have the reading skills to be taking a British literature class, and most of which don't have the motivation to even finish high school because, as the kids say, "for why???", so I told myself.
It's a good use of two years, they said. It will make you grow, they said.
But no one could tell me that I would fall in love with teaching the young folk. No one could explain the depth of caring and responsibility I would feel towards these kids after only a few weeks of even knowing them. No one could tell me that my life lacked purpose until I realized I could put smiles on kids' faces every day -- and get paid for it.
They told me it would be hard -- and it is.
They told me that I would want to quit at times -- and I did.
They told me that no one would understand my choices anymore -- and they don't.
They told me that my life would change forever, and it would change for the better -- and it did.
Sure, I'll leave all my friends and family behind and go to TSUN and throw myself into this profession and meet new people and get my own classroom and *change lives*, so I told myself.
And yes, I'll agree to teach a hundred and fifty kids each year, most of which do not have the reading skills to be taking a British literature class, and most of which don't have the motivation to even finish high school because, as the kids say, "for why???", so I told myself.
It's a good use of two years, they said. It will make you grow, they said.
But no one could tell me that I would fall in love with teaching the young folk. No one could explain the depth of caring and responsibility I would feel towards these kids after only a few weeks of even knowing them. No one could tell me that my life lacked purpose until I realized I could put smiles on kids' faces every day -- and get paid for it.
They told me it would be hard -- and it is.
They told me that I would want to quit at times -- and I did.
They told me that no one would understand my choices anymore -- and they don't.
They told me that my life would change forever, and it would change for the better -- and it did.
One heck of a birthday present.
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Second summer means creek dayz.
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#scoobaselfie
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Teaching, as documented by The Meridian Star.
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"Is it over yet??"
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It's really not as glamorous as it seems.
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Learning the proper selfie angle.
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#moarscoobaselfiesplz
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#selfieforlyfe
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