At one point in my college career, I started to major in Secondary education and English. However, I then changed to Elementary Education. I have an Associates degree in El. Ed. and was 3 classes away from having a Bachelor degree in El. Ed. I got married and raised babies instead. But I did teach pre-school in my home for a year.
When my oldest was 12 and the baby (at the time) was 5 and in Kindergarten, I went back to school to finish my degree. But I decided that I wanted to major in Psychology instead with the intention of aquiring either a Master's or Ph.D. degree. During that time I served as first councelor in the Primary, adopted a baby, divorced my children's father and later remarried him (bad decision but a subject for different post) nursed him through a brain aneurysm, and worked a part time job for Karlene at Rosehaven Publishing(a job that I really enjoyed), and hobbled to class with a cast on a shattered foot now held together with a metal screw. I was so happy to walk across that stage in my Cougar Blue cap and gown (and bright purple cast) and receive my diploma. But after 7 years I was too tired to keep going to school. So now I am on a break from classes.
Last year, due to circumstances, I changed my job. I now work at a Jr. High. Today, I got the opportunity to teach English in 3 out of the 4 class periods. I remembered how very much I absolutely love teaching, English especially. We read a short story, Last Cover, and then discussed it. I loved helping the students disect the story and explore the setting and the feelings and the why's and ins and outs of the story. It was so exciting to see the lights go on when the students finally got what the story was trying to say. And when they gave a real reason for their answer instead of the standard "because" or "I don't know, I just do", that was great. I felt so excited to watch their excitement and enjoyment of the story.
So here was the opportunity to remember my forgotten passion.