Writes of Passage

All that you really need to know about me you’re going to find out by reading my blog. Everything else is considered classified information. There reaches a point in your life that you deserve personal parole from the misdeeds of youth. I’d like to have had that at age 18 but I have friends and family with very long memories.

What is interesting, perhaps only to my former students, is that I got a B.A. in Journalism, refusing to ever consider teaching as a career choice. When my children started school, I saw a release from my stay-at-home Mom job and decided to get my teaching certification so that I could have the best of both worlds — being off when they were, and being home shortly after they got out of school. After all, it would only be for a few years.

I was a grandmother when I retired.

Teaching is my passion. I have often said that real teachers are born, not made, and I unquestionably feel that  I was born to teach. After being misguided enough to get a master’s in administration, and “playing  principal” for half a day a whole semester, I rushed back to the classroom like a prison escapee.

When I retired from the classroom, I had the opportunity for the ultimate teaching job and supported teachers as a consultant for the district. I discovered another route to education nirvana. Although many of students were grateful for the journalism brilliance I bestowed on them and have written to tell me what learning to write well has done for their lives in a myriad of career choice, no one is more grateful for help in education than a floundering teacher.

I loved it! I renewed my soul every morning I woke up and had a teacher to go help. The funding ran out. End of story.

I look for ways to use my passion and you are reading about one of them now. I will always be a teacher. It is in my DNA.