It all started with a generic, probably bought from Goodwill, chalkboard easel, just barely short enough for my toddler self to reach and scribble all over. But what seemed like scribbles and mumbled words were lesson plans and assignments for an imaginary but very real classroom. Even then I knew where my life would take me; to a classroom. It wasn’t until years later that I realized what this all meant. I wanted to be a teacher. Sure I had gone through slightly more elaborate career goals; astronaut, firefighter, princess- the typical types of things little kids wanted to be, but I always had something different in mind. Teaching was something I enjoyed doing, I loved learning, having a constant audience, feeling like I was changing the way someone thought… I had always said “I want to be a teacher” and never fully understood what exactly that meant. I was still young and had never focused in on what it would take to be one. At this point, I had entered my freshman year of high school and was very fortunate to had gotten into a technical school that offered a course designed for future teachers. In that class was when I learned that being a teacher was a lot more than …show more content…
Not only was the class extensive and full of assignments and learning to become a teacher but we also had to partake in internships at schools/daycares. My 9th grade year I interned at an elementary school and to this day that was one of the best experiences of my life. I was able to actually be in a school setting, but no longer as a student. I loved every minute spent there. My sophomore year of high school I interned at a daycare that I would later have a job at. That experience was also something very different for me because I was mostly in the infant room and I had never worked with babies before. I am so grateful for those opportunities I was given, they helped broaden my mind and perspective so