Essay about My I Became A Teacher

757 Words Feb 25th, 2016 4 Pages
My mother always said I became a teacher because I loved to talk, but more than that I loved to share. As always, my mother was right. She believed in me, as well as many of the Tyler ISD teachers who taught me and for this I will always be grateful! It is my desire to believe in my students and encourage them to be the best they can be each day!
From my earliest recollections I knew I wanted to be a teacher. My first classroom was in my bedroom closet where I taught Raggedy Ann and Andy, an overstuffed bear named Brown, and Cleo the Clown their ABC’s and how to add. In the Fall of 1969, my mom enrolled me in the three day program at Caldwell Playschool. I cried for the entire first day after my mom walked me into my Kindergarten class. My teacher, Mrs. Albritton and my mother thought it was because I missed my mom, however it was because I thought I was attending Caldwell Playschool to be the teacher not a student. But it wasn’t until I stepped into Mrs. Estelle Barber’s Fourth Grade classroom at Bell Elementary School that I fell in love with learning. She didn’t teach from a book but from an array of hands on activities, many of which I incorporate each year into my own classroom. Thinking back, Mrs. Barber provided me with my first teaching job. A neighborhood friend needed help in reading so Mrs. Barber ask me to work with her. After a month, my classmate was reading fluently so my job ended. I knew then, not only did I want to become a teacher, I was a…

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