Sunday, June 24, 2012

My Philosophy Paper

Philosophy Paper
            As a little girl, I never gave a lot of thought to what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I spent most of my time sitting under trees, in corners, or on the sidelines reading until my fourth grade year.  During that year, my teacher was Mrs. A.  I will admit she reminded me a lot of Barbara Mandrell with her perfectly coiffed blonde hair and impeccable wardrobe.  Mrs. A- was fun but firm and always fair to her students.  Her class was always well organized, and I admit I would find ways to stay in from recess, which I hated, and work extra with Mrs. A either helping to clean the classroom, organize books, or running errands which would give me time to read instead of running around.  By the end of my fourth grade year, I had decided that I wanted to be teacher like Mrs. A. Teaching was a skill that I had been honing since I was a little girl.  I began “teaching” by tutoring my classmates in junior high and high school.  I would work with them after school and during breaks.  I would often edit their essays for them.  I think it was a foregone conclusion that I was going to be a teacher.