Answer the following question using the choices below.
1. Why would an English and Reading teacher post his/her stories, trials and tribulations on their own website?
A. The stories behind being a teacher are too good not to share
B. To avoid grading at all costs
C. To share ideas and resources that have been proven terrible or freaking awesome-sauce
D. To warn the world about what on earth teachers really do for a living
Key: All of the above
Naturally, I am so hardwired to think in assignments and lesson plans, I must start my blog in the same fashion! To those who don’t know me… I’m Mrs. Pearson, an English Language Arts teacher in the land where the word “ya’ll” is accepted by all teachers in writing, legal documents and social conversation. I adore what I do and I’ll never understand why.
I’ll never forget the day I told my mother that I wanted to be a teacher.
Mrs. Pearson: “Hey Momma. I finally know what I want to do with my life!”
Momma: “Be a doctor? Get a husband? Make me a Grandma?”
Mrs. Pearson: “I want to be a teacher!”
Momma: (after a few moments of silence,shock and possible nausea) “Oh no. Have I taught you nothing?”
Truly, my mother is the real reason I am teaching. She is a genius in a world of teachers doing the same thing every year for their entire career. She is nearly in retirement and every year she changes it up, is extremely sarcastic and is loved by all of her students. The woman is more popular than I am. Hence another flashback moment….
Once upon a time in the days of awkward moments and unknowingly huge frizzy hair, I went to the same junior high AND high school my mother taught at. She loved me so much she moved up with me…. Or maybe just to make sure I wouldn’t become a nightmare to her teacher friends. Every day in school I was known as Mrs. House’s daughter. I didn’t even have a name of my own. It was badass though. Best years of my life and she was a huge influence on why I came into the profession. I have never seen a teacher with her flair in the classroom. She was the teacher you were deathly afraid to make angry, as when you did, she would resemble what one would imagine to be a much prettier version of the devil. Very scary stuff. However, at the same time she was hilarious, sarcastic and dang could she teach! She never did the same thing twice in a row. By the end of the year, the students hardly realized they had learned AP Biology completely and successfully.
Now back to 2014.
After walking the halls with her breathing down my neck, why wouldn’t I want to teach? I definitely know now why she does this and why she was so afraid for my mental sanity when I had that dear conversation with her many moons ago.
Mom, this is for you. Not only to thank you everyday for this beautiful career you inspired me to be in, but to also show you that I am the way funnier than you are. You’re old and I love you. WTF (Whose the fox)? 😉