I Want To Be A Teacher Essay

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I knew what I wanted to be ever since elementary school. I wanted to be a teacher. I wasn’t influenced by anyone in my family nor did I have some sort of epiphany; I just thought, “I want to be a teacher!”. Of course, coming from an Asian household, it wasn’t exactly smiled upon. Everyone wanted me to do the stereotypical Asian “dream jobs” such as lawyer and doctor. But, I knew I wasn’t cut out to defend people in court or prescribe medicine to patients. I knew I wanted to be a teacher but I didn’t know what to do. Should I aim for elementary, middle school, high school or perhaps be a college professor? As much as I had a passion for a career as an educator, I felt as though I wasn’t cut out for that either. I had and still have a hard …show more content…

Samantha please answer this question”. “What the fuck is wrong with her? How is she going to act like a smartass and call on me? when she can’t even get my name right?”
I developed a sense of hatred against my teachers. I couldn’t understand why they did the things they did. I expected perfection from them because they wanted everyone to put 150% into the work they did. Because if you’re going to expect that from me, then you should set that example right? Looking back, I was acting like an entitled brat and indeed I was for my half of my high school career.
Kids are definitely scary. As I walk around in 8 Avenue, also known as Brooklyn’s Chinatown, there would be many children walking home with their parents. Some would be screaming from joy, crying from anger and just energetic. I always thought they were demons hiding inside a cute human costume. They are unpredictable but that is also what makes it fun to be around them.
I became a volunteer at a private tutoring center during my junior year. I remember being so excited to meet the students after getting there when school ended. Suddenly, thirty kids bust open the door and scream “AIRCONDITIONER!” as sweat rolls down their faces.
“Time for snack!” a teacher …show more content…

I even get confused and they expect the kids to understand how to answer this.” I tell my coworker.
I also blamed the teachers. I would ask why couldn’t these teachers do a better job. They do this for a living after all and they worked to have the credentials to get licensed and be able to teach.
I quickly take back my words as I try to explain the concepts to the students. Common Core was different from what I was taught when I was in elementary school. I couldn’t come up with the right explanation even though I knew how to solve it. I began to sympathize with my teachers and didn’t think as harshly of them because I know teaching a whole group of people is mental, emotional and physically draining.
The hate that was once directed against teachers began to steer towards the Common Core. The more I researched, the more reason for me to be against it.
“What? There is Common Core for special education too?” I thought to myself as I read a Humans of New York post which focused on a special education teacher who was expected to teach mentally challenged students math that is beyond their abilities and read books when they do not even know the

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