Why Do I Have A Love For Teaching?

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Why do teachers teach?
Throughout the years of my middle school and high school career, I have developed a love for teaching. Specifically, I love teaching music just as much as I enjoy playing and learning about it. My whole world for the past eight years has revolved around music and how I could develop myself as a musician and further my education to one day teach music. I never truly understood why I wanted to teach until my senior year of high school, and since then I have established a good sense of why teachers teach, and what drives them to go above and beyond for their students. Seeking further information on the subject of why teachers work their magic, I ended up interviewing three of the most influential teachers I have had over
Sure, one can enjoy music or have great taste in music, but one must have the boiling passion to play, compose, learn, and teach music. Now, I am not talking about the burning feeling one gets after eating spicy foods, or when one gets nervous. I am talking about the gut retching, punch in the stomach feeling one gets because they feel so strongly about what they are doing or partaking in. After serving as drum major for my high school marching band, I found that the feeling I had as the band held their last note and as the crowd cheered as we ended another fantastic show, was the ultimate rewarding feeling I had ever had. I was using my passion and love for music to make the band better, which then made the crowd respond in an explosion after our show, which then made me realize I want that feeling for the rest of my life. It is a never ending circle, that produces a marvelous feeling only the teachers with passion
Most teachers I have met either grew up with parents who were teachers, or were inspired as students by great teachers who have made their students desire to be just like them. In my case, I grew up with no musical background or teaching background. Both my mother and father never attempted nor had the ambition to play music or teach. Needless to say, I had many teachers who supported me and drove me to do what I loved. I started to play the guitar by age nine and when I hit middle school I joined band. I was itching to play percussion. I wanted to be the loud, annoying snare drum in the back that everyone hated. When tryout days came around I went in and completely bombed my chances. I had no rhythm and no sense of time. My director then encouraged me to try something else. I made my way over to the trumpet and after struggling to even hold it properly, I decided that trumpet was not for me. Now devastated, and on the verge of crying, I had thought of giving up. What I wanted to play, I was not good at, and I did not find any other instrument appealing. My director then pointed me in the direction of a long, slim, silver tube with keys. “The flute?!” I snarled at him, questioning his opinion. The flute is not the instrument for me. The flute is for the rich girls who think they are so beautiful and flawless because they play the flute. My director smiled and said, “Just give it a chance.” I picked it up and with

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