The Age-Old Question

Tue, 04/29/2014 - 13:55 -- Kate2
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
The question is asked of us
Year after year. 
As we grow older, 
It comes with greater frequency:
Month after month,
Week after week, 
Day after day,
Until finally
Our parents beg of us,
"Just choose
SOMETHING!"
 
For my entire life,
I have always answered this question with
"Teacher."
And then 
I took a literature class.
Confusion ensued--what if
Teaching is 
Too easy?
Too boring?
Not intellectually stimulating enough?
What if 
Teaching isn't
My dream job?
I began to consider 
Editing,
And I loved the idea of it:
Countless hours with books,
Loving them,
Critiquing them.
But as the time for a decision drew nigh,
I realized
As much as I love to read...
I love kids even more.
I love
Watching them grow,
Seeing their faces light up
When they finally "get it."
I could never do without that.
And so,
My "maybe education" major
Is now a certainty--
At least for me.

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