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Pinky Promises
Pinky Promises
Ever since I was a little girl, I have been making pinky promises to this profession. I was born into it, and although it is something that I used to fight, it is now something that I am proud of. So, here is where childlike pinky promises hide for me:
In the after-contract hours I spent in my mama's classroom watching Mary Kate & Ashley and eating Gripz
In the Sunday lunch teacher debriefs held by my aunt, my mama, my grandparents, and my sister
In my first classroom roster that I created in second grade
In my old yellow and orange splatter-painted school room my mama created for me
In the notes I would write my students (Build-A-Bear named Barky and baby dolls)
In the stress from living with a single mother who doubles as a teacher
In the extra copies I would beg my third grade teacher to give me for my classroom
In the withered "Mother Goose" book I would read to my imaginary class
In the love and passion I have had for this profession since I was a little girl
Teaching
Teaching
Gladys Reese 12/10/2010
Gladys Reese 12/10/2010
Basketball, softball, cooking, writing, and reading. Those are just a few things I'm good at. I've done all these things, and I love doing them all. I may be good at all this stuff, but really the thing I'm best at is teaching.
Well, it all began when I was about three I guess. I was my sister's student. You see, we had a school room that we always played in. She's older than me so she was the teacher. As we started to play more and more, I started to realize that I wanted to be a teacher. I love center of attention, and teachers always get center of attention so why not! She was the one who taught me how to become a teacher.
As I got older, I started going to school. Boy did I love it! My sister was in 4th grade, so she didn't play with me all the time. But when we both had nothing to do we played it. I became a little easier for Courtni because I was now in pre-k and I knew a little bit more stuff. I was only a teacher when my cousin Carson came over. He wasn't in a grade and he didn't know his ABC's, so it was harder for me to teach him stuff. But I sure did feel like a real teacher. This paragraph reminds me, one time I was teaching Carson and I said "let's go on a field trip". So we went, and we had a class pet in our room (my dog was the class pet). We came back in and “puddin” aka dog dookie was everywhere! After that day it was bye-bye class pet!
Now I'm in fourth grade, my sister's in ninth, and my cousins in third grade. We all grew up. My sister does not play school with me anymore.
Being able to turn my pinky promises into a reality has been a beautiful mess. There are days I don't know what I am doing. There are days when I know every single last thing I want to do. There are days I hit snooze ten times on my alarm clock. There are days I eagerly jump out of bed. There are days I want to give up. But there are more days where I cannot imagine a more perfect job. Every day is filled with learning. I am learning each time I step inside of a classroom. I was able to turn my splatter-painted childhood classroom into a real place. I was able to replace my Build-A-Bears and baby dolls with real students. That is a beautiful thing, and it truly is a dream come true. Now my days are filled with endless promises and even more practice.
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