Do you expect me to say teacher? I bet you do, it would only seem natural since I have been working with children from the time I was 12. Honestly? I'm not sure I ever really wanted to be a teacher until undergrad and even then I wavered during student teaching. It's a lot of commitment, picking a label to define one's self! And yet, here I am, teaching...but with my broader definition of teaching.
Anyways, I am meandering. As a young child, I wanted to be Madonna. I spent hours dancing around and singing, "I am a cheerio girl". When I was 10, I wanted to be a novelist. I even asked for (and received!) a typewriter for Christmas. In 8th grade, I wanted to be a radiologist for all of a year. I can't even remember why; I know we took one of those fill in the bubble aptitude tests and mine said I should work in the medical field, but I hate blood. In 11th grade, we were required to take the ASVAP (military entrance exam...very small rural school) alongside the ACT and I scored very high and began to receive endless recruitment calls...thought it would save me from making a career decision, but quickly decided that I'm not the military type of girl.
And then I graduated and needed to declare a major so I went with education. And I still felt a little unsettled, right up until I found the masters program at Erikson and realized that there was a broad range of things I could do in the best interest of young children and families that wasn't necessarily teaching.
So there you have it, how I accidentally became, and enjoy, being a teacher.
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