Hello, beauties. Today’s post is going to be about something other than makeup. I’m going to be sharing my feelings on the other half of my blog–the lesson plan part. This is my blog, after all, and I feel like I disregard the education side of my blog because people know me as a makeup artist. However, working with children has always been a big passion of mine. Most of my friends will tell me that they could never be a teacher, and that kids scare them. Recently, I have realized that I might feel the same way.
I always knew that I would work with kids at some capacity in some way. When I was working for Sephora, I was the first employee to rush over to any little girl that walked into the store and ask her mom if I could put lip gloss on her or paint her nails. I loved to babysit, and oftentimes found myself gravitating towards the kids table at cookouts, even when I was old enough to hang with the adults. So teaching just seemed like a natural fit for me. Being in a classroom with 20+ kids all day long seemed like a dream to me.
After looking into career options with kids, I always thought that being a school counselor at the elementary level would be a good fit for me. My parents got divorced when I was young, and I lost my dad in middle school, so I gravitated towards my guidance counselors when I was in grade school. I had a bad experience with a guidance counselor in high school that also motivated me to take on an administrative role at some point in my life as well. I’ve also been extremely intrigued in the government side of education. One of my dream jobs would be to work for the Department of Education at the federal level. However, I thought that teaching was the only direct path to either of those careers. So, I applied for school as a secondary education major with a concentration in social studies. I later switched this to elementary education so I could serve a wider range of children, and not be so tied to one subject.
Throughout these past two years, I have been in 4 different classrooms as a pre-service teacher. I have seen the work that teachers put into their lesson plans, making sure that every word they say is somehow related to a standardized test. I have seen schools place a higher emphasis on budgets, rather than the students they are serving. I have seen children fall through the cracks with no one to help them. I have cried with teachers, laughed with teachers, and leaned on teachers in some of the hardest parts of my college career. And I have decided that I might not be mentally strong enough to handle that.
I was asked a few weeks ago why I wanted to be a teacher. My simple answer was “I want to help kids.” There was no big, elongated answer. Just simply that I want to be someone that I needed when I was their age. That’s not to say that I didn’t have amazing role models in my life, I was raised by a single mom for a large portion of my life. But I know that some kids aren’t so lucky to have a great support system. My biggest goal has always been to be a support system for children. When I lost my dad at age 12, I found comfort in an organization called Erin’s House. Erin’s House is a non-profit grief counseling organization that focuses on helping children who have lost a loved one. I knew from the moment I walked through those doors that I wanted to do something like that one day. I’m lucky enough to have the opportunity to do that, as I have just been accepted to work as a volunteer for Erin’s House. I believe that God has made this my calling, even though I always thought teaching was my calling. I just want to work with kids. Plain and simple.
At the end of the day, I have no idea what God is trying to tell me right now. All I know is He is showing me signs that teaching is not the career path for me. Most people don’t need a blog post to tell them that teaching is one of the hardest careers in the world. If I had a dollar for every time a teacher asked me if I was crazy for wanting to get into the profession, I wouldn’t have to work a day in my life. Teaching truly is a calling. If you have the opportunity today, thank a teacher. Thank them for all of the craziness they put up with. Thank them for the long hours. Thank them for all of the unnoticed work they do each and everyday. Thank them for reaching out to the kid who might slip through the cracks. Thank them for simply doing what they do everyday. I am grateful to have had amazing teachers, and it has taken going through two years of schooling to realize just what they go through. Will I be a teacher? Probably not. Will I still make a difference in the lives of children? Absolutely.