What made me become a teacher?
First, if you want to contact me directly, please feel free to email me.
Second.. your questions:
I went to Our Lady of Holy Cross College of New Orleans. It took me 3 years to graduate. (I doubled up on a lot of semesters.. taking 1-2 more courses a semester than the norm)
I remember being about 5-6 years old and lining up my stuffed animals so that I could 'play school'. I would go to the old text book sales and buy some for my 'students'.
After graduating high school, I got married and had a child. I went to school at night for another major and worked odd jobs during the day, such as: cashier at Wal-Mart, Pharmacy Technican at Wal-Mart and Winn-Dixie, cashier at West Building Supplies and the worst was working at D.D.A. here I basically sorted and wrapped up phone books to mail out (you know how you just get this sack of phone books at your front door? I hate getting all those books! But here I was preparing them!) I kept asking myself what was the point of doing this? I was then asked to be a long term sub at my son's school.. the PE teacher had quit and none of the regular subs could handle all the kids. I knew these kids and their parents (my nieces also went there so I knew kids from P-K all the way to 8th grade). I took it. And loved it! On my last day, all the kids were hugging me, etc. Then out of the far corner of the play ground was this deseparte (sp?) cry yelling MRS.B! MRS.B! All the 'teachers' that were on duty and I were looking around to see what was wrong. It truly sounded like a hurt child calling for help. Finally, this child (7th grader) who never really talked to me or anyone else of that matter ran up to me and hugged me. He told me while looking down at the ground, 'thank you'. At that point, I knew what I was meant to do. I cupped his chin with my hand and forced his head up (gently of course) and said, no Seth.. thank you..
The teacher next to me was amazed. After Seth had walked off, she told me "I have watched that boy go from a P-ker to now a 7th grader and he has never responded to anything with any emotions. I don't know what you did but you did something amazing for him." I responded, "And he did something amazing for me."
The next day, I changed my major and enrolled in the above college, which is known for training the 'better' teachers.
I teach because somehow I can make the difference in someone's life. I teach middle school (7th and 8th grades) because they are the MOST miss understood bunch. I might not make the biggest difference but I hope I do something. If it is just to make them have a better day. If you ask any of my students anything about me, I am sure they will comment about how I dismiss me. Every class (even the one that drives me crazy) gets told the same thing : Remember, I believe in you!
If nothing else, they will know that someone out there believes in them!