This semester I'm taking a class called "Schools and Society". Our professor wants to make sure that we get a realistic picture of what teaching is, so he doesn't hold back on the difficulties teachers face, but as I sit in class, I find myself not really surprised by the stories he shares.
And though I knew there were bad teachers out there, I also knew that there were those, like my dad and many others, that were far from that. There were still those that fought for students, and did everything they could to help students succeed.
This is what inspires me to become a teacher. And as I sit in my class and listen to the stories from my professor, yes I am scared. I'm scared I won't be able to deal with these struggles. But I'm also that much more motivated. I want so badly to help students, and I want to make a difference in students' lives.
I hope to one day be such a great teacher like my dad has been for so many students.