In a lot of ways, I was probably destined to become a teacher. The roots of education run deeply through my family, and have touched every facet of my life. When I was a kid, I knew that my mom was a teacher. She taught 4th grade at the local elementary school, and I was always a little jealous of the time that she spent outside of school working for her students, but I also saw how much happiness she got from the work and how much her students loved her and how much she loved them. As I got older, I realized that she wasn’t the only educator in my family. My grandpa on my mother’s side had been a teacher, a coach, a principal, and a lobbyist for UEA. Most of his professional life was spent in education. Even though he left the field to make lots of money lobbying for Utah Petroleum later in his career, he always had a special love for teaching and education that he passed down the generations.
With that being said, it’s not really a surprise that my older sister and I both chose to become teachers. Education has been the primary topic of conversation at Sunday dinner my whole life (including now). The people that I care about the most in this world are passionate about it and have instilled in me a healthy respect of the field and its power to change the world. I will be forever indebted to my family for helping me climb on this path.