I Want To Becoming A Teacher

I’ve always known that I was meant to become a teacher. In the fifth grade yearbook, each child claimed what they wanted to be, although most of these will change with time. Every little girl guessed that they would be a professional dancer, a princess, and other mystical job titles. The space beneath my smiling face read “kindergarten teacher”.

There is many reasons why I want to be a teaching assistant. First off, it is a great job that would allow me to constantly learn and develop my data analysis and Excel skills, providing great experience that will carry over into my major and future career path.

Every child has a dream, whether it’s to be a doctor, a police officer or a fire fighter. As a child I always had one dream: I wanted to become a teacher. Many days I would come home after school, along with my sisters and cousins, and play “school.” I was always the teacher. I would stand by the door, papers in hand, giving them work to do. I especially liked spelling tests. When they were finished with all of their work, they would go outside to “recess” while I graded their tests. Growing up, this activity was more fun than anything else I might have done with my free time. I never got tired of being the “teacher”. Now as a college student many people often ask me, “What are you majoring in?”, “What are you going to school for?” and I

Every child at an early age has dreamed about being a teacher at one point of their childhood. I remember at six years old, I always believed that I was going to become a teacher, maybe even the best one in my six year old mindset. I would set up all my stuffed animals in a row, creating a school setting and I remember making spelling test for all my “students” across from me. After middle school that idea definitely did not come up again. Fast forwarding to now, my senior year of highschool, I realized that I wanted to become a Real Estate Agent or a Wildlife Biologist. Or maybe become a Wildlife Biologist and invest in real estate on the side. I believed that each job is very difficult but through hard work I hope I can achieve my goals

After many years of being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up and after many of my responses, all of which were different whether it was a doctor or a teacher maybe even a firefighter; I finally know what's right for me. Growing up it was easy for me to just say I wanted to be a scientist or a police officer, but high school was when reality struck my mind and I realized I didn't want to be any of the things I said when I was like ten. I wasn't exactly interested in any of those subjects, although I was doing good in most of my classes I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be and I didn’t think about it either. I enjoyed writing for all my classes, even if it was just plotting notes down on a piece of paper or I’d rejoiced in writing essays about

I’ve always aspired to be a teacher. Growing up I wasn’t the smartest kid, and honestly my teachers weren’t very much help with that. Truly, as a struggling student I felt that when I had a bad teacher, there was no chance for me. So ever since I was young, I wanted to grow up to be that change, I didn’t want any struggling student to feel like I did.

Most of my life I have been surrounded by children especially my cousins, nieces and nephews.

Growing up, I’ve been told the same line over and over again, “Make sure whatever you grow up to be, you will love.” With this advice, I began my life journey of finding out what I wanted to be. This advice haunted my life for multiple year as I struggle to find what my life would become. This constant struggle had myself worrying that I wouldn’t find anything I would love. Eventually, my final decision was made. This is to become a special Elementary Elementary Teacher. Entering the field of education, not only seems what's right, it also seems like I could change the generation of children.

The question of what would you like to be in life wasn’t the topic of discussion in the environment I grew up in. Don’t get me wrong grades and education were important, college and long-term goals were never a factor. My mind was too concerned about where my next meal would come from, where would I lay my head that night, and how would I get to things I need so yeah college was put on the back burner. What I wanted to be when I grew up wasn’t put into much prospective. In elementary I was for sure becoming a teacher, getting married, and having a family was what I wanted out of life a plan on making those things happen I had no idea. As I got older I thought shouldn’t your career be something that you’re passionate about, teaching wasn’t it.

The halls were filled with scrambling teenagers, backpacks were shuffled across the floor, pages were being flipped back and forth, and the casual “Welcome to ____!” from teachers. The desks were rickety, the chairs were uncomfortable, the cluster of chattering from unfamiliar faces, along with the summer heat emitted from the walls. It was freshman year, it was high school. Often, I, and many others imagined, was asked by several family members and teachers growing up, “What do you want to be when you get older?” It varied. A princess. Police Officer. Nurse. Astronaut. Marine Biologist. Military Service Woman. Mechanic. Carpenter. Zoologist. Musician. Doctor. Teacher. At one point, I even wanted to be a mom. It was as if a new future was

In the elementary grades, students are often asked, “What would you like to be when you grow up?” I can remember a time in fourth grade when most of my classmates had responses like astronaut, rapper, and professional athlete, but our teacher asked, “What career could you choose that would make a difference?” Most answers revolved around doctor, nurse, lawyer, and president, but I raised my hand and responded with teacher. My teacher gave me a look that made me feel that I was in trouble. She then asked me to explain why I said teacher and I told her that I had really good teachers that made me realize that there are individuals that have to educate the doctors, lawyers, and professional athletes and I wanted to be able to be one of those teachers because I would be able to make a difference. She told me that I was headed in the right direction and from then on I knew I was destined to be a teacher.

Becoming a teacher was my childhood plan because I loved school as a child. However, I attended Bakersfield College for seven years and kept changing my major. First it was Criminal Justice, Sociology, and finally Business. I had no longer considered becoming a teacher and those dreams were long gone. I managed a property in Rosedale and my son went to a great school. Therefore, a degree in Business was what I was destined for. Nonetheless, life changes and so do we. I became a single mother again at twenty-nine years old and had a little girl. Having my daughter brought out a different side of me because I could see myself in her. This is when I began to remember my true dreams and I began to look into it. I felt that she would be so proud to have a mother who’s a teacher because I always loved and admired my teachers. Also, I had to start over and not having a degree was very difficult as I tried looking for employment. The joy of having my daughter was tainted with all the new struggle of not having a job and being single parent to a twelve year old boy as well. These were the moments that led me to begin looking into an accelerated program and it led me to Fresno Pacific University.

When I was little, I was the kid who wanted to be everything when I grew up. One week was an astronaut, another week I wanted to be a doctor, two months later I wanted to be a race car driver. Oddly enough, I never considered being a teacher as a career choice, ever. During my high school years, we would have career fairs to help us decide our futures; I always managed to skip those days. By the end of high school I had foreclosed on the idea that I was going to be in graphic design, since according to my magnet school and my parents, that seemed to be the only thing I could do. There was no point in looking at other careers, there was nothing else that I could do. An associates in multimedia two years later helped me realize that it

The longer I spent in school, the more I began to feel like I would never finish and I soon became defeated. When my family went through a financial hardship and I entered the workforce for the first time in nearly a decade, I discovered my passion for teaching. In changing my degree focus, I would be taking a big risk. Middle school teachers make almost $12,000 less than a nurse and the unemployment rate is higher. While we will always have a need for teachers, the summers off would mean a lack of income for three months out of the year (100 Best Jobs). Although I would be facing a drastic change in projected income, I knew becoming a teacher would make me happy. I would enjoy going to work every day and making a difference in the youth of tomorrow would be immeasurable.

As a child my ideas about the future were never as far fetched as other kids my age. I never wanted to be a doctor, a princess, or even the President of the United States. Whether it was animals or people, the career paths that I chose always had something to do with caring for something in the long run. My first perspective career plan was to become a marine biologist. I had a deep love for the ocean and the animals in it and after the BP oil spill in 2010 my passion only grew larger. As time went on, I decided that I would rather work with people than animals. I decided that instead, I would rather be a teacher and eventually even a principal. School was a place that I could be myself. It was a place where I felt safe and taken care of. I wanted to be able to help other kids feel the same way about school that I did. In my opinion, that is what a school should be like for all students. It should be a place where students can put the world aside and focus on their education and future. Even today, I still have a strong passion for education even though I no longer want to have a career in the school system.