So Much So, That I Became A Teacher Myself.

I've was lucky to have some pretty great teachers throughout my schooling career.

One was Mrs D. She was funny, yet strict. She pushed us hard, but gave great feedback. I matured a lot that year.

The next, and one of the most significant people in my life, was my 8th grade teacher, Mr M. Until I reached 8th grade, I'd never had a male teacher before. As I was only 12 or 13 at the time, and come from a very small primary school, I hadn't had many other male influences in my life apart from my dad, grandfathers, uncles, brothers and cousins. I have to admit, I had a bit of a crush on him. Ok, it was more than a crush. I was in love with him. For a long time. I'm talking years. He was pretty young and good looking, and he played football. He would play practical jokes on people, and rarely shouted. I could talk to him about anything. He always encouraged me, and made me believe in myself. Whenever I was around him, I felt like I would light up. I was a bit of an over-achiever back then, and everything I did that year, was to impress him. He (without realising it) also taught me what it was like to love. I never told him how I felt, but was happy that he was in my life. I was devastated when he switched schools. I was in 11th grade. He was one of the most well-loved teachers I've ever seen. His classes even threw going away parties for him. I skipped one of my lessons (which I had never done before), and gate-crashed one of the class parties with a couple of my friends. I even cried. How embarrassing! But I got a photo with him, which I still treasure to this day. I'm over the crush, and now I'm Facebook friends with him. At least we can still keep in touch.

Another teacher who was very important to me was an Irishman. Mr O. Around 60 or so, he was my history teacher and assistant principal. I loved how he engaged the class so well. He would always have a twinkle in his eye, and would tell the most outrageous stories. I always felt like he genuinely cared about me. When I was doing my teaching prac, I was lucky enough to be placed at my old school, with him as my supervising teacher. He let me share his office for six weeks. He taught me so much about myself, while I was at school, and after. When I was a school student, he helped me to make a life-changing decision, which left me with wonderful memories and close friends. In some ways, I feel like I am indebted to him. Other times, I hate him. He's a busy man, but often forgets things, delegates to other people, etc. I'm glad I still know him though.

Now I am a teacher. I love my job. I just wanted to be able to make a difference in people's lives, the way that my teachers did for me. I work with some other, incredible teachers now too. We work hard and I know that we make a difference.
joker46 joker46
22-25, F
1 Response Apr 9, 2012

That's awesome that you love what you do. I had a teacher, Mr. Pond, who was my creative writing instructor in 10th grade. He is probably the most memorable teacher from my school years because he not only was so full of life and always had a smile on his face, but he had this capacity to critique my work without being condescending. He gave me hope that one day, I would become a professional writer. Sadly, I let that dream die, and now, books are becoming extinct.