I like fairy tales. I do. Fantastical tales of all types, both hopeful and horrifying. And so it embarrasses me that there is not a lot of romance or poetry in my story of becoming a teacher. However, I do think my story provides a pragmatic counter-narrative to the inspiring stories of all of these people I seem to be surrounded to with whose dream was to teach, who were born for it.
My dream was not to teach. Actually, I have always had a bit of a difficult time formulating a dream I could stand behind for any length of time. Despite my tendency at a younger age toward irrational fears, anxieties and self-doubt, I liked to explore. Some of my earliest memories were digging quietly in the mud or sand for as long as I could get away with it, chewing on flower stems in the yard, digging through my mother’s jewelry box, examining the human anatomy coloring book at length. When older, my friends and I would ride bikes and get ourselves lost on purpose, build forts. I always had a book I was reading, and I escaped into them often, since as I got older, life at home became more painful and complicated.
Anyway, when I went off to college at the University of Arizona, I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted to be out of the mountains, away from my old identity and difficult home life; I joined the Pride of Arizona marching band and played tuba even though I had only played concert tuba for two years and had never marched it. What was I thinking? But putting myself into these new worlds stimulated me and challenged me. And I loved it.
My mother and others said I should be a scientist, but I wasn’t particularly well-prepared for lab sciences out of high school (sorry, Mr. Kelly, but we still love you.) I was still pretty good at science, and interested in the bigger ideas, but I didn’t enjoy spending a lot of time doing science.
I’ve already written about. But here’s a snapshot of why I became a teacher. It’s not romantic. It may not be inspiring. But it is true. (You may need to click on the image to read the comic. Much obliged, thanks!)
How I Became a Teacher, by Ms. Hinton Sainz
I published this comic at. Learning neat stuff on the internet is just one of the many things I enjoy about my profession. Teaching is stimulating, challenging and exploratory. And I share this profession with people who inspire me and make me want to be a better person each and every day. My students require me to be better. The longer I teach, the more I appreciate the opportunity I have to work with amazing students and teachers, and the more love I have for it, and for them. What could be better?
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