Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would be a teacher.
It is not that I did not like children, it is just that I did not have much patience for them when I was younger.
I visited one of my friends classes about five years ago, and it was then that I decided that teaching was something that I was actually interested in. She is an awesome teacher, and I hope to be half as great of a teacher as she. I went to school and got a bachelor’s degree in elementary education, and I could not be happier. I love teaching. It is my passion. I love my students like they are my own children, and I hope they know how much I care about them. The only issue I ever have with my students is them complaining about how cold it is in the classroom. It is usually about sixty-eight degrees in the classroom, and it feels perfect to me. I am up moving around constantly though. We do have a thermostat in our classroom, so sometimes, I turn the temperature up to seventy degrees. My students still complain though, so I make sure that they bring sweaters and jackets to class each day. I just cannot stand when it is any warmer than seventy degrees in the classroom. I get so hot, and that makes me tired and miserable. It is truly better for everyone when the classroom is not too warm. My new saying is “cool classroom, happy teacher.” I think my students are beginning to understand that I need the classroom to be cool in order to have a productive day.