Have I really wanted to be a teacher for some 7+ years?

This just seems hard to swallow.  Where did this burden of student teaching come from?

Well, in writing some teaching applications, I have been forced to look back at what really pushed me into a field such as this.  What did I find?

Well, there is the writing that first comes to mind.  Surprise, surprise.  In just the past few weeks I have had a couple friends pass on their personal essays or cover letters for me to look them over and load them up with resume jargon or interviewspeak.  My critical side really gets focused on written words.  (Sorry, this is my best medium.)  This critical edge in writing was developed over a few years, and I have to attribute it to my freshman English teacher who quickly became my first teaching inspiration.  He had a wicked way of engaging us (or me, at least) in a creative writing process that became self-motivating.  He pushed me to submit to our Writers Week festival which brought in guest speakers to talk about their professional writing careers.  I was standing on the same stage as real word craftsmen — poets, columnists, novellists — and I was reading my own work.

I trace my love for an English classroom (and writing, in general) to the skills learned, the accomplishments made and the self-confidence built in that course, thanks mostly to that freshman teacher.

So, here is the first post of (somewhat) therapeutic writing for student teaching.  Hopefully, in the future, this post will curtail any future urges to leave school, get in the car, drive to the airport and go get the first plane that will land me lost in another country.

Welcome back, travel itch.  This time, stress-induced, not excitement-induced.

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