Believe it or not, my dream of becoming a teacher started with a nightmare.
I was in 1st grade and we were sitting down for Circle Time. This was my favorite time of day. It was the time of day when we got the chance to share our writing from our journals. I was sitting criss-cross applesauce and casually rocking back and forth on my bottom. Then suddenly…before I could stop it…I farted! To me, it sounds like the loudest sound on Earth. Only second to the sounds of my classmates laughing.
I jumped up and started to run for the classroom door. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going, but I wanted to be any where but in that room. Before I reached the door, my teacher, Mrs. Ponder, caught me in a bear hug. She whispered in my ear and told me that everything would be okay. I believed her, because I trusted she would keep me safe, and she was right.
From that moment, all I have ever wanted to be was a teacher. Yes, I wanted to teach to instill knowledge into children, but I also wanted to make sure other children felt that safety.