Why did I become a teacher? Because I love teaching kids. My career started with a Playskool ™️
chalkboard and four dolls sitting in a row. I passed out left over worksheets and Weekly Readers™️
and proceeded to instruct them. I expected them to listen and to learn. After all, learning was very important if they wanted to be grown-up dolls.
My school was portable. I played on the back porch. The yard. My room. The living room. Anywhere and everywhere. A shade tree worked just as well as a ceiling. I never ran out of materials thanks to teachers that let me dumpster dive and parents who provided books to satisfy my love of reading.
My dolls progressed through the years. Old ones graduated. New ones took their places. My four seats were always full. Sometimes a stuffed animal had to fill a space. It didn't matter. I had a captive audience. Sometimes I mimicked my teachers. Sometimes I taught the way I wished they would teach.
Then I went to college and things changed. I became a ... fashion merchandiser with a business degree. What!? A fashion merchandiser with a business degree. What happened to the little girl having school under the trees. Well... she was gone and a young adult thought that childish things needed to be put away. She couldn't have been more wrong.
I spent some miserable years outside of the classroom. Teaching is my calling. It is my mission field. My home away from home. It is in my heart. It took a few years, but I found it again. I almost let it go after working under some, what I'll just say, were corrupt administrators. I left, but soon found myself in a another classroom. Teaching.
That's what I am. A teacher. What do I teach? Kids.
(For more of Kim Frencken's writing and information about her educational products, check out her blog, Chocolate For the Teacher.)
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