I knew I wanted to be a teacher from the time I was a little girl. Being the oldest of 5, I was constantly teaching my siblings everything from their ABC’s to tying their shoes to mowing the yard. Teaching came so natural to me. When I was in high school, I thought I would be a bit more realistic. My parents were pretty adamant that teaching would not pay the bills and would not therefore make me very happy. Plus I was doing pageants, and to say I wanted to be a teacher wasn’t nearly as impressive as saying I wanted to be a pediatrician. Well my senior year of high school I decided to be a psychiatrist. I had been to a counselor a few times (another story for another day), and I really wanted to help other kids like me.
So I went to college a psychology major. I knew I wanted to graduate from college a year early in order to avoid my parents having 2 kids in college simultaneously. I’m not sure why looking back this was important to me since my parents didn’t pay for any of us kids to go to college, but it was. Well I took a college course between my junior and senior year of high school, and I took 3 more prior to my freshman year of college. That combined with a full load of 18 hours every semester, allowed me to graduate a year early. I took a few education classes as well, and while they interested me, I didn’t think that’s what I really wanted to do.
Besides, my fiance at the time was a criminal justice major, so that became my minor. I took every history class I could with Dr. Hotle because well he was hot and I freaking LOVED his accent. AH!!! Anyway…I graduated with my BS in psychology and a minor in criminal justice. I applied to and was accepted to the Western Illinois University into their marriage and family therapy program for my master’s degree.
I had my son…and I never went. I worked as a legal secretary, parts expediter for a train manufacturer, secretary for a metal machining company, data clerk for I don’t even remember who, and then I got a job as an admissions counselor for the college I graduated from. It was great…except I had to travel A.Lot.!
Well I had a miscarriage, and I wanted my parents and I didn’t want my husband, so I was determined to move to my parents in a state many many states away from my then location. It worked. I got hired as an admissions counselor for a college in a city very near my parents…over the phone no less. I packed up and moved (my then husband now ex followed me but whatever).
I did that for about 4 months, and in the meantime found out the local school district was desperately looking for an English teacher. I had enough credits and my college Honors project to get the attention of the high school who was very gung ho about senior exit projects. I started working for them in October of 1999. At the time same time, I had to go to college again and take about 6 classes to get my professional certificate in English.
My first year I was not rehired at first, I had my daughter 2 days after the last day of school, and about a month later I was rehired back. My second year I was rehired no problem. My third year I was transferred to my current school after a disagreement with my principal over cheerleading (ugh!). And I have been here ever since.
Now I am the department chair for my school’s language arts department, I have my Master’s of Arts degree in Teaching-Educational Leadership, and I LOVE MY JOB!!!!
I wish we could get rid of the political bullshit surrounding my job, but I still love it. I love connecting with my students and making a difference in their lives. It is absolutely priceless…not that I don’t need a raise. LOL!