Narrative Essay On Being A Teacher

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One of my proudest moments in life, was earning my college degree from Arizona State University, and becoming a teacher. While growing up, I watched as my mother would wake up early, prepare breakfast and hastily drop me off at school. She was a kindergarten teacher, and used every technique for teaching her students’ to make sure I got good grades, went to college, and became something successful. Unfortunately for my parents, majoring in education was not on the top their list. It was actually my mother who unknowingly steered me into the education world, and made me the teacher that I am today.
While attending Arizona State University, I first wanted to major in psychology or nursing. I knew working in schools with children was something …show more content…

My first mentor, Kelly Thomas, was a kindergarten teacher at the American Leadership Academy in Gilbert, Arizona. I had only interned for her once a week for a semester. Mrs. Thomas students had parents who were very supportive of them and she would remind me to communicate with parents daily. My second mentor, Ashlee Durant, was a special education preschool teacher. From her, I learned patience, and understanding. Teaching with young children who had special needs was a challenge. Patience with any child is necessary, but making sure not to raise my voice, and to count up to ten in my head before assuming a child does not know an answer, is essential. These two mentors gave me a great beginning on what to take into my field of study, but I feel that I did not really begin to feel like a teacher until I was a full-time student …show more content…

Any student will learn something from interning once a week in a classroom, but full-time student teaching for a year, can guarantee preparedness for teaching. Now when I think of student teaching, desks, kids who can talk, write, read, and are potty trained come to mind. Instead of being in an elementary school, I was in an infant room with nine babies ranged three-six months old. The first week I cried, the second week I wanted to quit, by the end of the month I was not sure if I ever wanted to have kids. By the end of the semester, I loved it! Being in a room full of babies may not sound exciting, but learning from birth is where it all starts. I taught those infants how to crawl by holding them and bending their knees, how to eat solid food by modeling, and of course how to talk. Nevertheless, this time in my life created more expectation to set, and how to use what I learned as

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