Honestly, I never thought I would ever be interested in being a teacher. All throughout my early childhood, I always wanted to be a doctor; I loved the idea of assisting others in their time of need and even saving their lives from time to time. Unfortunately, I realized as I got older that I really was not interested in (or good at) math or science; therefore, that dream died quite quickly. Having been fortunate enough to having supportive parents, I have always felt that I was able to experiment and pursue the subjects that interested me the most; however, I had no idea that my interests would revolve around the world of music. My passion for music and the education that I was lucky enough to have received have both made me strive to discover
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The school consisted of students who have lived in the Poconos for their entire lives and also included students from the urban New Jersey and New York City areas (me included). I was in an environment where individuals from different ethnic, racial, and socioeconomic backgrounds either worked in harmony or be involved in fights at school; it truly was the best and worst of both worlds. Above the diverse student population, we were all under the instruction of fine teachers, and for me, the music department at my high school was unrivaled in my mind. My choir and band directors really focused on having one-to-one relationships with the students they taught, and the way they would manage their classrooms and curriculums was seamless and seemed effortless from my point-of-view. These two gentlemen pushed me to become the musician I could be, allowed me to express my creativity, and made me love going into school everyday. Mr. Bakner, my band teacher, would always find ways to make practicing and learning about music as comprehensible as possible with various mnemonic devices and alternate ways of viewing certain concepts that seemed difficult to grasp, and he even loved to incorporate cross-curricular material into his lessons about music. Mr. LaBar, my choir director, was like a second father to me in the sense that he was a man I trusted and made every effort to see me succeed. He and Bakner would allow me and the other students to each lunch in their rooms and have conversations about our frustrations and everyday concerns. My instructors were more than just teachers to me; they were also very good
The school consisted of students who have lived in the Poconos for their entire lives and also included students from the urban New Jersey and New York City areas (me included). I was in an environment where individuals from different ethnic, racial, and socioeconomic backgrounds either worked in harmony or be involved in fights at school; it truly was the best and worst of both worlds. Above the diverse student population, we were all under the instruction of fine teachers, and for me, the music department at my high school was unrivaled in my mind. My choir and band directors really focused on having one-to-one relationships with the students they taught, and the way they would manage their classrooms and curriculums was seamless and seemed effortless from my point-of-view. These two gentlemen pushed me to become the musician I could be, allowed me to express my creativity, and made me love going into school everyday. Mr. Bakner, my band teacher, would always find ways to make practicing and learning about music as comprehensible as possible with various mnemonic devices and alternate ways of viewing certain concepts that seemed difficult to grasp, and he even loved to incorporate cross-curricular material into his lessons about music. Mr. LaBar, my choir director, was like a second father to me in the sense that he was a man I trusted and made every effort to see me succeed. He and Bakner would allow me and the other students to each lunch in their rooms and have conversations about our frustrations and everyday concerns. My instructors were more than just teachers to me; they were also very good