From Kindergarten all the way up to graduate school, I’ve been lucky enough to have awesome educators that helped shape my life.
I learned a lot from them, but I wouldn’t have been able to learn from them if they didn’t care so much about me. Not only did they teach me so much facts and information, but they taught me how to think, and to a certain extent, how to live.
I know that it’s not glamorous being a teacher. Trust me, I am one. You can read all about the not-so-glamorous life of a teacher all over the internet. Those problems are not new. They’ve been around for decades. But despite all that, my teachers still chose to to be teachers and consequently inspired me to be one.
Looking back, my teachers weren’t my heroes just because they taught me stuff. They helped me believe in me. They helped me see all the potential I had and helped me bring it out. They helped me think and think for myself. They opened my mind to new ways of thinking and new possibilities. I realized that there was more to life than what I’ve just only seen with my two eyes.They weren’t just teaching me content knowledge, they were also shaping me into who I am now. And for that, I’m grateful.