Shaw, though. In eighth grade, I had a teacher who laughed at me when I told him I wanted to be a teacher. He said to me, “A teacher? You want to spend the rest of your life around other people’s kids?” I replied yes. “It’s a waste of your time. Someone with your academic success could do much better things than teach. You could make more money than that.” I was upset. It didn’t seem like a waste a time to me. It was something I could see myself enjoying and I knew that I could make a difference. However, because of that teacher, for the rest of my eighth-grade year, I replied with, “I don’t know,” whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew
Shaw, though. In eighth grade, I had a teacher who laughed at me when I told him I wanted to be a teacher. He said to me, “A teacher? You want to spend the rest of your life around other people’s kids?” I replied yes. “It’s a waste of your time. Someone with your academic success could do much better things than teach. You could make more money than that.” I was upset. It didn’t seem like a waste a time to me. It was something I could see myself enjoying and I knew that I could make a difference. However, because of that teacher, for the rest of my eighth-grade year, I replied with, “I don’t know,” whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew