Growing up my parents were convinced that I would become an animator for Disney or a doctor or something “great”. Sometimes I wonder what that life would’ve been like. After my hospital experiences, I wonder if I would’ve made a good nurse.
As I entered college in 1997, I was an undecided major. Although I probably would have been awarded more scholarships had I named a major, I really did not know what I wanted to do. I was surrounded by education majors, my roommate and future maid of honor was one along with a number of my friends. At the end of the school year, my roommate passed on a tutoring job to me because she did not have the time for it and the student needed junior high math help which was not exactly her forte. I really enjoyed tutoring the kid – even at the paltry $6 an hour I earned for the work – pretty sure that was not even minimum wage in those days. I liked it when the light went on. Through that experience I finally decided to declare a math education major. I guess it that was my “calling”. Little did I know that teaching 30 students is MUCH different than tutoring one. However, there are moments in my class now that let me know that I chose the right path for me. I do have a good ability to make connections with students. I have a knack for math and get excited when students find their own knack. I love that the creative skills I had for sketching growing up go to great use when coming up with creative lessons for my students. I love how everyday is different and allows a chance for me to grow as an educator as much as for my students to grow in their understanding of math.
Although some days make me question my “calling”, I think even those days offer the opportunity to learn from. If I am questioning my “calling” maybe I’m not doing enough to make my learning environment most conducive for student learning.