Ever since junior high, I knew I wanted to teach English. My teachers encouraged me; my classmates expected it—I was already informally tutoring several of them. During my junior/senior years, while others scrambled to figure out their life plan, what they would do, where would they go, I was content in the fact I already had it figured out: I would go to Doane, major in English/Language Arts education, and in four years I would have a teaching job waiting for me, thanks to Doane’s 100% placement guarantee.
Freshman year was the same. While others were trying to pick a major, I knew exactly what my next four years would look like.
I was so excited at the beginning of my sophomore year: I got my first practicum placement. I would be spending five hours a week in a real-life seventh grade classroom teaching lessons and making observations. I absolutely loved my cooperating teacher and my students, and I was even more psyched about someday having my very own classroom.
That was the peak of my enthusiasm towards being an educator. Ever since then, my excitement has decreased steadily. I found myself dreading going to my placements, taking shortcuts on lessons and assignments, and even occasionally skipping my education classes.
Recently I’ve been putting a lot of thought into where I want to be in 10 years, and lately, it hasn’t been in a classroom. I just don’t see myself teaching anymore. So I gathered my courage, and changed my major and added two minors, with only three semesters left to make it all happen.
For the first time in almost ten years, I have no idea where I am going to end up. I am terrified, yet at the same time thrilled about the many possibilities that await me. All I know for sure is I want to write.
I received a variety of reactions from my friends and family when I told them the big news. Some of my friends have been super supportive, while others respond with, “But you would have been a great teacher!” My fellow education majors were bummed that I was leaving the program, and envious that I wouldn’t have to deal with the daily stress that it entailed.
My parents want me to stick with teaching since it’s the ‘safe’ route. I know if I stick with Education, be set for the rest of my life; everything laid out before me, a perfect plan. But that isn’t where my heart is, not anymore.
I have found passion in writing and editing, and I am psyched to see where this path will take me. I could end up in Lincoln, or New York City. I could be an editor for a publishing company, or a bestselling author.
I have no idea, and that is exhilarating.
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