I grew up traveling a lot. So needless to say, I went to a lot of different schools in a lot of different places. I think it gave me a great foundation in understanding that we are all different people, with different passions, and different stories to share.
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My family settled down when I reached high school, and I was able to see what small town life was all about. Most of my friends had lived in the same town their whole life. I took away from that the importance of friendships- that trust and history mean something.
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I ventured off to college with a cloudy mind on where I was headed, but knew I loved math. In desperation to be -declared-, I labeled myself as Business. Technology, math, numbers... all things that I worked well with.
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My creative side was squashed in this field. I began reflecting on what I wanted and thinking about where I wanted to go. My thoughts took me to memories of working with children: summer programs to teach wee ones about street safety, at-risk children struggling through junior high, tutoring, hospital volunteering for severely disabled children, and the list goes on.
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I had to ask myself why I wasn't working toward becoming a teacher. Everything I had been doing had been leading me right toward it.
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After switching universities, majors, and adding a large amount of summer school and another year of undergraduate work, I graduated happy and headed off into the real world to enrich and nourish young minds.
Now I enrich and nourish my own children while volunteering at the school to help out, create worksheets/forms, and leave my two cents around where anyone will listen to it. :)
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