When I think about why I wanted to become a teacher, I cannot pin point one exact moment when I knew it was for me. All I can remember is that from the time I was young, my mother recorded in this memory book what job I wanted to do as an adult. From the time that I was four, she asked me every year, what I wanted to do when I grew up. The first few years were interesting. It was clear that I hadn’t any clue of course. Nevertheless, from grade 5 until year 12 I recorded the same boring answer. “I want to be a teacher”. Looking back, I think why? Why from such an early age did I know that I wanted to be a teacher? Upon reflection, it was simple. I obviously had some excellent teachers who inspired me. I remember my grade 5 teacher. He made things so fun. I never knew that school could be fun. I had such a strict teacher the year before that he seemed like a breath of fresh air. He made sure that we earned rewards and we had to work as a class to earn them. I was made to feel successful. I still have some of the work that I was proud of.
I found a love of learning. A love and a passion that didn’t dwindle. Not all teachers I had were great. The opposite. I had some teachers who I clashed with. However, it still did not deter me from wanting to be a teacher. Part of me thought that I could do this and do it better. Arrogant I know! When I was 16, I began coaching basketball. That old saying of those who can’t do teach, is true for me. Things that I could not do very well in, seemed to work the opposite when I was teaching. I could not play basketball very well but I experienced some excellent successes as a coach. It is funny how experiences shape us. Every time I did something that involved guiding others, I excelled. Every thing else, not so much. Somehow, I just seemed to understand that teaching was what I was meant to do. It was like a calling. A vocation that I just understood. I was meant to be a teacher and I knew it. I often wonder how other people become teachers? Did they fall into the job? Was it a second choice or what it a dream? Teaching makes me feel like I can, not cant. I feel successful, rewarded, passionate and engaged. And that is why I became a teacher. #whyiteach #twocreativeteachers
I found a love of learning. A love and a passion that didn’t dwindle. Not all teachers I had were great. The opposite. I had some teachers who I clashed with. However, it still did not deter me from wanting to be a teacher. Part of me thought that I could do this and do it better. Arrogant I know! When I was 16, I began coaching basketball. That old saying of those who can’t do teach, is true for me. Things that I could not do very well in, seemed to work the opposite when I was teaching. I could not play basketball very well but I experienced some excellent successes as a coach. It is funny how experiences shape us. Every time I did something that involved guiding others, I excelled. Every thing else, not so much. Somehow, I just seemed to understand that teaching was what I was meant to do. It was like a calling. A vocation that I just understood. I was meant to be a teacher and I knew it. I often wonder how other people become teachers? Did they fall into the job? Was it a second choice or what it a dream? Teaching makes me feel like I can, not cant. I feel successful, rewarded, passionate and engaged. And that is why I became a teacher. #whyiteach #twocreativeteachers
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