Daily Blog of a Stressed Out College Student

Ever since I was a little girl I always dreamed of becoming a teacher just like my mom. I used to play school all the time with my family and friends, I would take it extremely seriously. Printing out worksheets actually grading them, making a whole day schedule. I would set up an actual tiny office with all office supplies and I would get dressed in my little teacher outfit. As I grew older my passion grew bigger and bigger. I had more mature reasons of wanting to become a teacher then just "it sounds fun and easy". When I usually tell people my major their initial reaction is "Wow!I could never deal with little kids good luck!" That reaction isn't suprising as I realize that it takes a special kind of person to handle such an age group. I believe I am capable of being one of those people. I want to be able to set that foundation for a successful life. I want to be that classroom and teacher that provides that escape for kids with hard lives. I want to be that teacher they feel comfortable coming to with their issues, I want to be able to solve problems with them. I want to be their biggest supporter, when no one else at home does that for them. I want my classroom to be their safe haven; the place they can come to learn academically as well as life skills. I know that when I teach their will be kids who are going to be troublesome, but I know I will be capable of looking past that and helping them realize how to be a better, happier individual. I want to be someone involved with helping to change the world into a better place. What I truly want is to help make a difference.