Seventeen years ago I told my high school History teacher, Mr. Taylor, that I too, wanted to teach. I expected to see pride sweep across his face. I wanted him to understand that he had inspired this calling in my life. He made learning something to look forward to and I wanted to do the same for future teens.
But instead of congratulating me on my wise decision, he seemed…worried?
“Teaching is a pretty good job,” he said, “but have you considered something in the field of technology at all? I really feel like if I could do things over I might choose to go in that direction. Just look at the progress we’ve made so far. That’s where the demand is going to be. You could probably make really good money if you start learning everything you can about technology and computers…”
Why would I ever be interested in learning about computers? Or Internet?
So I became a teacher.
It took me four years to learn everything I needed to know to inspire the youth of America and it took less than one year for me to slowly…back away…from the teenagers.
What was this, a school for ants?? How the heck was I supposed to inspire kids who didn’t even come to school? I wasn’t inspiring. I was jaded.
I hope my kids follow my advice like I should have followed Mr. Taylor’s:
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