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.
