Childhood

Happy New Year!

New Year’s Day has always been a day of reflection and hope for me. I look back at the previous year and try to think of my accomplishments. Then I look ahead and try to think of actionable decisions I can make to better my own life. I believe we bring our own happiness in this world, and it’s up to me to ensure I am living life in a way that makes me happy.

2017 was actually a pretty great year for me. I was trying to think of things I’d like to change in 2018, and although I came up with some resolutions, it was difficult because I feel like I accomplished so much in 2017:

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Teaching

I have known I have wanted to teach for all of my life. I have always loved school, and as a kid when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I answered quickly and distinctly: “I want to teach.” I’ve felt a calling, a tug, and when I’ve worked other jobs and put college on hold, I knew I was making a mistake. I knew I was delaying my destiny. I kept feeling the tug. I’m going back to school now to finally pursue my dream, and for the first time in my adult life, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be; I feel like I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

When I was young, I lived in a children’s home. I lived in a cottage with seven other boys and two cottage parents. As you can imagine, I didn’t get a lot of attention. I was in Band and Dance, and I had various recitals and performances where I would look out into the audience and see parents of my classmates cheering their kids on. I didn’t talk to anyone about it back then, but it was defeating. I wanted more than anything to have someone in the audience there for me. I vividly remember one Band performance where one of my sixth grade teachers, Mrs. Lewis, walked over to me from somewhere in the bleachers, and let me know that she was watching me, and that she was so proud of me.

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