I have heard that people choose to become teachers because they had a very good or a very bad experience. Those bad experience memories are, unfortunately, easy to recall and I have a few that come to mind. But I also had Mrs. Carter. Mrs. Carter was my first grade teacher and I loved her. That was the year I began to play teacher at home. I would line up my dolls and bears and have school. I spent hours making books and report cards, carefully drawing the lines and checkboxes.
There was a short period during high school when I thought I might want to be a nurse but when the time finally came to choose, teaching won out. After 38 years in education, I cannot image having made another choice. I am in administration now but I spend time every day in classrooms. Now I also get to work with teachers and parents. It is a different way of teaching bit I still think of myself as a teacher.
Today I am grateful for: