Oh…. I REALLY wanted to be teacher… I wanted to be an educator, until I was about ten years old; that’s really all I could ever talk about. As a youth coming of of Flatbush Brooklyn, I realize that sometimes a mentor is all a child needs. At this stage of my life, part of me felt that my family and my teachers were the only people that truly cared about my well being. I took this idea and ran with it. I wanted to be a teacher, but my family always said that it was not the greatest of ideas. You won’t make enough money, they said. You should aim for a career that you can support yourself with, they said. You should work one of these jobs — they pay well, my auntie said. I took all of this advice with a grain of salt. Outside of my home, I spent the majority of my time at school. When I needed help, advice, food, anything… my teachers were there for me. I simply wanted to be there for other young people in my predicament. …show more content…
I wondered, is my voice best used at or away from the table? I needed to know what part of the solution I, Desiree Clark, was going to be.
I thought, my family won’t support my aspirations to educate and perhaps they are right. Do I really want to live paycheck to paycheck for the rest of my life? In many Eastern societies, teachers are regarded to as being high up on the social ladder. They are respected, as it is their time and effort forming the future, essentially. But in land of the free, The United States of America, this is not the case.
Pretty soon after these thoughts, I started seriously considering my future. I knew that I wanted to pursue business in school because I’ve always had an underlying appreciation of all things numbers and profits related. Fine. If this is what I’m going to study, who is it that I am going to