Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to become an educator. My earliest childhood memories consist of playing "school" in my downstairs basement with my little sister. I would always claim that because I was older (thus automatically making me wiser), I had the natural right of being the teacher. My parents would come home from work with boxes filled with treasures: composition notebooks, folders, pens, pencils, a chalkboard, and many more materials I could exercise in my imaginary classroom.
My imaginary students were just as real to my seven-year-old mind as my little sister. My poor sister had to compete with other figments of my imagination to give me the answer to a question. I would give out homework assignments, projects, and tests. I would spend "hours" grading work. I would make lists of assigned readings. Nothing was impossible in my imaginary classroom. I inspired my students. I challenged my students. I motivated my students to want to learn.
My passion for education and learning stayed with me as I grew up and experienced the teaching methods of previous professors and educators. Coming to UMF and fueling my passion to teach has made me realize that my dream of seeing the imaginary hands raised transforming into real ones, is coming true.
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You are so fortunate to have known for so long that you were called to be a teacher. Nicely written reflection. Thank you for sharing. 4/4
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