Hello,
world, and welcome to another day of living in between.
Don’t
worry: I won’t keep your time for long. After all, I’m short and sweet (and
fat), so I guess my entries should be like me. Yeah, right. I’m not so sure
about the sweet, but I will keep it short, seeing as I have more things to do
before heading to work. Ok, ok, for you I'll keep it sweet.
Let’s
take a trip down my memory lane...
Have you
ever thought about good numbers and bad numbers? Thirteen is bad, yet I have a
pretty cool sister born September 13th. I know everyone’s heard about “666.”
Well, six can also be a good number—after all, I’m from a family of six kids.
With that
said, I want to take a second and wish myself a happy anniversary. Today marks
the very first day that I started in Adult Ed—in 2008, at the tender age of 21,
though I would be 22 less than a month later. I feel that I’ve come a long way
since then, and don’t aim as much for perfection in everything I do... at
least, not to the point where I cry about it. I have a good Christian woman to
thank for that—and the Big Guy for watching out for me, to keep me in line, and
to keep me focused on my goals.
Before I
started in Adult Education, the question posed to me was “Are you any good with
people?” I will honestly tell you that I lied about the answer to this. Me? People?
Does that include more than breathing around them? I was a work study student
in the library at the time. We hardly had any visitors, which gave me time to
read books of my own, but not to socialize. In a group of students, I was the
quiet one who sat in the front because “Daddy said so,” who couldn’t even
understand what my teachers were saying because I feared they’d ask me a
question. I ran off to a book to acquire knowledge. In truth, people scared me.
Any good with people? No way.
Shortly
after that phone call, I met a small, energetic woman. She concluded our first
conversation with the statement that I would be “thrown to the wolves.” All I
could think about was the literal. It’s funny because, now, I love being
thrown, whisked away into a handful of different things, to wear many different
hats. I’ve also come to love this woman, who inspires me in many ways—some she
knows, others she doesn’t. Through her, I found a connection to people, to
traits of high value, and workplace morals—as well as workplace pride.
Along the way, I have met some pretty interesting folks. They have all inspired me and helped me grow, whether it be with my poetry, my skills with presentations, or getting up in front of the class to share my knowledge. I hope that I've done the same for them, because they have given my life so much color, so much love, and so much change.
Speaking of change, the most fascinating change came through another avenue... with people that were more than "just people," but students. I love each one of them, with a love many can't understand. After all, there's no (prepare for a Steve Perry moment) “touchin’, squeezin’.” There’s something special when you see the light in another’s eyes, and know you opened a door in their brain. Some of them let you into their lives, if you talk to them, and give them a few shades of your own.
Along the way, I have met some pretty interesting folks. They have all inspired me and helped me grow, whether it be with my poetry, my skills with presentations, or getting up in front of the class to share my knowledge. I hope that I've done the same for them, because they have given my life so much color, so much love, and so much change.
Speaking of change, the most fascinating change came through another avenue... with people that were more than "just people," but students. I love each one of them, with a love many can't understand. After all, there's no (prepare for a Steve Perry moment) “touchin’, squeezin’.” There’s something special when you see the light in another’s eyes, and know you opened a door in their brain. Some of them let you into their lives, if you talk to them, and give them a few shades of your own.
With all
of that said, I want to be a teacher. For this reason, I must end this blog to
study the SAT math. I need to pull my scores up 70 points—more than just for
me, but for “the people.”
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