What if I had become a teacher when I was young? What would I need to do to
be a teacher now? These are questions I have been asking myself lately and I have
decided to find the answers. “But why?” you might ask. Why would a Forty-four year
old woman with a good job, as a senior insurance agent and trainer, want to trade in her
life for that of a middle school Social Studies teacher? I need to answer the “what if?”
question once and for all.
Since I was in Kindergarten I have wanted to teach. While other little girls were
playing house and playing Barbies, I was pretending I was in a classroom teaching. I
would “teach” my little sister, the neighborhood kids, and any stray stuffed animals or
dolls. I was sure that was my destiny. When I graduated high school and started college,
I planned on majoring in teaching. I even got a job at a local daycare/nursery school
where I usually facilitated story time and crafts. When I went to the doctor for a routine
physical required to work with small children, he found an ovarian tumor. When I found
out, at a young nineteen years old that I would not be able to have children of my own, I
could not bear being around them all day, every day. Teaching was no longer an option
for me at the time.
I had a second job working for a caterer, and my boss suggested I pursue culinary
arts. He said I had talent and was a hard worker. I moved to San Francisco and got an
associates degree in Hotel and Restaurant Operations at City College. After graduating, I
managed an ice cream shop, a deli, a pizza restaurant and a dessert café/coffee house
before I got married and moved back to the Sacramento area. I was finished with food
service. I enjoyed the people and I enjoyed training my employees, but I didn’t like
anything else about that career. I also worked for a cable television provider for thirteen