Thursday, December 11, 2014

A Letter to My Mom (Genre Reflection 2)

Dear Mom,
            You always ask me why in the world I want to become a teacher. Adding with an “I thought you wanted to help people” or “you won’t make any money!” Well mom, I will be helping people, just in a different way. I know you want me to become a nurse or doctor to be able to save lives, but that just is not me. I will be helping students find their voice, reach their potential, and hopefully they will go on to become the nurses and doctors. Helping people isn’t always just saving their life, you know. Oh and the money issue, if you think about it, nurses don’t make exactly that much money either for the amount of work they have to do. Teachers are underpaid, but I will get by just fine. Plus, you ALWAYS told me that money doesn’t buy happiness…it just helps sometimes. Anyways, just know that I’ll be happy with this decision. Which goes into your next argument, what happens if I get burnt out like some teachers do? Well so far I see no signs of this, I mean would I plan on going to grad school in this field if there were any indications I wouldn’t like teaching? Probably not. So back to the overall question, why do I want to become a teacher? Okay, so I could give you the stereotypical answer that every future teacher gives, but you’ve heard it before and you still have your doubts. So let me explain differently for you, I was born to be a teacher. It is who I am. I have you to thank for this. You taught me to love literature at a young age, you also taught me to say what is on my mind, and that there are always learning opportunities. So face it, you helped guide me down this path. I mean, if you REALLY wanted me to become a nurse or doctor, you should have raised me a tad differently. Only kidding, you did just fine. I think you should be proud that I am becoming a teacher! Be proud to know that you influenced me in such a way that I want to influence students. Now you know, so you can stop questioning my decision and let me graduate in peace!
I love you,

Sheila

No comments:

Post a Comment