It is hard to believe that summer is finally here, and it has been for a bit. The end of the school year is always so crazy that I never have time to write and reflect on the year. I know I never really talk about my career on here, but I am going to today.
I have wanted to be a reading teacher since 2003. Is it weird that I remember that? I graduated with my undergraduate degree in English with a dual major in Communications Studies. What do I do with that!? Obviously becoming an English teacher made sense so that is what I did. Long story short, it was feasible to become an English teacher with one year of schooling so forward I marched. Lots of good came out of that decision--I met my amazing husband in graduate school, and I have enjoyed a wonderfully interesting career as an English teacher. In addition, I have worked with some truly wonderful people, some of whom I know will be life-long friends. I have also taught some truly special kiddos over the years. In other words, no regrets.
And yet.
There has always been a whisper in my ear about being a reading teacher. It is what I have always wanted to do. I ignored this whisper for the better part of 15 years, but I finally decided to look into it. Even though I was pretty happy teaching English, I knew I could be happier. I have always loved small groups, skill work, and the fundamentals of our language. I wanted to make a difference in a concrete and observable (to me) way.
They say when you are doing what you are meant to do, doors open, right? Well, that is what happened. I found a graduate program that has been a terrific fit. I brag to people in real life about how much I love my school. As it turns out, because I am already certified, adding a reading certification isn't too tough!
