Dream Job

At the beginning of the semester, we were asked what our dream job is. We then got into groups of four to share what our dream job is. For me, this was easy! I know exactly what my dream job is and hopefully can have it one day! When we shared in our groups I told them my dream job; becoming a successful middle school teacher who is able to inspire and encourage students to be the best that they can be! Two other girls in my group shared their dream job. I thought it would be similar to mine, seeing as we were in one of our methods courses and are all going into education. Their dream jobs, however, differed by a good margin. Their dream jobs were to become an editor of a fashion magazine and work in New York. My response was probably close to “Then why are you here?”

If your dream is different than education and changing lives of students, why are you going into education? Teaching should not be a job to just fall back on. Reasons for going into education should not be based around the common misconceptions of having summers off, only working til 4, having vacations throughout the year, and the other reasons that give teaching a bad name.

If a teacher does not want to be teaching and would rather be somewhere else, that not only affects the teacher, but the students and staff as well. Also, why would you go into anything but what your dream job is?

16 weeks later, I am still thinking about this comment, so you can see how strongly I feel about chasing your dreams. If teaching is not one of them, then do not become a teacher! Simple as that.


What Matters In Life

Yesterday was my last day in my MLE 382: Middle Level School Concept, Structures, and Programs class with Norma Bailey. This being my second semester with her, I have found it common that she shares some words of wisdom with us as a closure for the semester. She shared something with us that I took to heart and want to remember forever. She read us this story that I will hold close to my heart throughout my teaching career.


A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.

At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.

The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back.

Then they all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said: “This will make it better.”

Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line.

Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story.  Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves.

What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

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