Now I'm beginning to consider, more seriously than ever before, becoming a teacher. I increasingly feel drawn to this profession, feeling as though I can truly make a difference, really impact a student's life, honestly affect change in the world. I want every child to grow up with all the tools necessary to make the right decisions for himself or herself. Maybe they need confidence. Maybe they need math skills. Maybe they just need an ear to listen. Or maybe they need - really need - to build a robot. Whatever it is, I think I just might be the person to fulfill all those needs.
I had a math teacher - a few, actually, all women - who tried her hardest to make me hate math. She told me I didn't belong in her class, she didn't answer questions when I asked them, and she gave me poor grades. But I decided that I wanted to be an engineer, I wanted to work at NASA so badly that I would overcome my extreme aversion to math. I would suffer through Calculus I, II and III; I would decipher differential equations; I would push myself through linear algebra. And I did. But it could have been so much easier, I would have been a much better student, and I ultimately would have had a better understanding of mathematics if these teachers would have spent just a few more minutes explaining - and understanding my own struggles with the subject.
What if I could do this for someone else?
And what if all those kids who were told they couldn't dance, end up dancing to their hearts' content?