The inspiration for education has been a long journey for me. It all began in a small parochial school in Philadelphia when I stepped into my first classroom. I was a volunteer teacher with Response-Ability Teacher Service Program (kind of like Teach for America.) I had 2 whole weeks of teacher training under my belt and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. That first year was not a great year for myself or my students. Those little second graders tried valiantly to eat me alive, but I staved them off (barely.) The next year I got a little bit better; at classroom management, at reasonable expectations, at planning lessons. I like to think that each year after that I have gotten a little bit better. The list of things I have learned is endless. Things like …
Take a deep breath before you speak.
The strength in SILENCE.
The power of being positive.
The joy of watching a child’s eyes light up with new knowledge.
So now, 20 year’s later, I’ve taught mainly 2nd and 3rd grade with a smattering of PE, Music, TAG, 5th grade and more. Now I’m a mother myself and an experienced educator who helps train the next generation of teachers as they come along. And every day I am grateful that I didn’t let that first hard year detract me from my dream. Every day I am grateful that THIS is my job. I get to wake up in the morning and go to the best job in the world.
I AM A TEACHER.