It is like the universe conspired.
I never wanted to be a teacher. All through my growing up years, I always stated in a very strong voice that I wanted to be a lawyer - although there were moments, mostly when I was alone, I thought of being an actress. Sometimes, quite rarely and often after reading something truly inspiring, I thought of becoming a writer. And I tried being all those. But teaching must be in my blood, calling me back, coaxing me into the world, every single time I stray.
I dove into my undergraduate studies when I was 15. I considered going into Philosophy but was saved from the mistake by a short quiet conversation my mother had with me just before bedtime. "Chie," she said, "I see your dreams. I also see a need for safety nets. Why not take this course into consideration?" 'This' was Family Life and Child Development. I was done with that not-so-well-known course of study when I was 18. Those three years changed my course of life forever, it gave me the teaching credit units I needed for every single teaching job that came my way.
Still under the delusion that I was going to be a lawyer, I went into law school. I managed almost two years of it before teaching called me into its fold. I taught for a while, a sweet little pre-school a four-hour-bus-ride away from home. I went back to school, thought I needed to learn about Counseling, regardless of whether I was pursuing a law career or a teaching one and enrolled in a post-graduate program. Managed a year or so when Vietnam called me to teach in a charming pre-school for Korean children in Ho Chi Minh. I answered the call and learned about Korean culture and life as a teacher overseas.
This would happen many times: I went into Children's Theatre, got through a year before a language center invited me in. Just as I was getting settled and started to re-consider law school yet again, Indonesia stepped in and asked me to teach for two years. That was 2004. It is now 2013. I am still teaching in Indonesia.
The universe conspires.
I never wanted to be a teacher. All through my growing up years, I always stated in a very strong voice that I wanted to be a lawyer - although there were moments, mostly when I was alone, I thought of being an actress. Sometimes, quite rarely and often after reading something truly inspiring, I thought of becoming a writer. And I tried being all those. But teaching must be in my blood, calling me back, coaxing me into the world, every single time I stray.
I dove into my undergraduate studies when I was 15. I considered going into Philosophy but was saved from the mistake by a short quiet conversation my mother had with me just before bedtime. "Chie," she said, "I see your dreams. I also see a need for safety nets. Why not take this course into consideration?" 'This' was Family Life and Child Development. I was done with that not-so-well-known course of study when I was 18. Those three years changed my course of life forever, it gave me the teaching credit units I needed for every single teaching job that came my way.
Still under the delusion that I was going to be a lawyer, I went into law school. I managed almost two years of it before teaching called me into its fold. I taught for a while, a sweet little pre-school a four-hour-bus-ride away from home. I went back to school, thought I needed to learn about Counseling, regardless of whether I was pursuing a law career or a teaching one and enrolled in a post-graduate program. Managed a year or so when Vietnam called me to teach in a charming pre-school for Korean children in Ho Chi Minh. I answered the call and learned about Korean culture and life as a teacher overseas.
This would happen many times: I went into Children's Theatre, got through a year before a language center invited me in. Just as I was getting settled and started to re-consider law school yet again, Indonesia stepped in and asked me to teach for two years. That was 2004. It is now 2013. I am still teaching in Indonesia.
The universe conspires.