Change of Pace

I found out I wanted to teach about six semesters too late. In all honesty, me teaching was inevitable. I have been telling people they’re doing things wrong since inception and trying to show them how to do it right since sixth grade. But, I fought it every step of the way. I saw how my teachers have been treated from preschool to my senior year of college and wanted to not have that. Even now, I still am not doing it for the children. I like learning and have since I was a kid. I just realized that I want to try to change how education is taught, particularly history. It’s been hard to come up with how to do it. I think that’s why I want this so badly now. I like puzzles. I like coming up with how to do things, so I’m excited to figure out how to incorporate what we’re already taught with ALL the stuff I’ve learned.

The issue is, I’m a biology major. I can’t quit now though because I only have a year left and even an education minor is 48 volunteer hours, two three-credit classes that are smack dab in the middle of the day, and a lot more work than I want to do. But, I still want to find a way to get my teaching license and figure out how to weasel my way into being a history teacher and trying out my budding lesson plans. I don’t know how yet, but I keep reminding myself that I’m only 21 so there’s plenty of time for me to chase, lose, trip over, step on, and eventually catch my dreams. After all, I hope to be around for a while.