This might be the most important blog post I will ever write. I’ve wanted to be a teacher since I was six years old. I don’t mean this in the way that children just say a certain familiar occupation to do when they grow up. I was seriously determined to become a teacher. I distinctly remember sitting in my first grade classroom, with a ginormous piece of newsprint paper, being asked to draw and write about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember contemplating this question seriously and thoroughly. It was right then and there that I determined that I was going to go to college and become a teacher. My feelings never wavered.
Let me explain how this was possible. My elementary school teachers were the best. There is no room for argument in my mind. They took a shy, quiet girl, and taught her to believe there was more to her than being shy and quiet. They taught me that I was smart, talented, and creative. They instilled confidence in me, and showed confidence in my capabilities. It wasn’t until I became a teacher myself that I fully understood what they did for me. I could never adequately express the gratitude I have for them taking me under their wings and teaching me how to be a teacher. My love for them fills my heart to this day.
The best way I can think of to repay my teachers for changing my life in the most extraordinary way is to take them with me in the classroom. Every day, I make sure I take Mrs. Case’s patience, Mrs. Inlow’s gentleness, Mrs. McMillan’s sense of humor, Mrs. Hunter’s tenacity, Mrs. Sever’s openness, Ms. Weber’s relatability, and Mrs. Blandizzi’s passion. Those seven women changed my life forever. And, I am forever indebted to them.
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