Who am I?Posted: October 5, 2014
“Tell us YOUR story. Who are you when you’re not “Teacher”? If you had to describe yourself and your life WITHOUT talking about your job, what would you say?”
This post could be blank. My life is overwhelmed by school. I spend most of my week in the school building and many of my outside hours working on lessons, doing research and talking to colleagues on and offline. I think about school all the time. I drive my family crazy with stories about my students.
I suppose I should dig deep and push past the shell. At the risk of waxing philosophical, that’s probably the key to who I am.
I am compassionate. I care about issues and troubles in the world. (And most of those issues are education-related).
I am a deep thinker and I try to come to my own conclusions when I formulate an opinion on any topic. (And most of those topics are education-related).
I am a reader. Wait a minute. That’s not philosophical and at least half of what I read is educa… you know the rest.
I’m… dang. It all comes back to teaching because that is the essence of who I am.
I know who I’m not.
I’m not a great housekeeper.
I’m not a chef or even an exceptional home-cook.
I’m not a knitter any more.
I’m not a librarian, which was what I thought I wanted to be for the first 45 years of my life.
I’m not a perfect wife or a perfect person for that matter.
I’m not mechanically inclined.
I’m not organized.
Oh, wait! I know!
I’m an old woman, who thinks she’s 30 or 40 years younger than she really is because I’m a gamer. Just sit me on my couch and let me slash away my frustrations. Thank you, Link and Zelda, for getting me through difficult days. Thank you to my Animal Crossing family for letting me play peacefully in my happy little town.
Honestly, when you take away the teacher part of me, I’m not fully me at all. It’s not my shell. It’s my core. Without my teacher-me, I’m me with a hole in my heart where the teach-y stuff lived.
And let’s hit the last part of the challenge: “WITHOUT talking about your job.”
It’s not a job. And it’s corny to call it a calling (double use of the word call = intentional).
It is my essence. I can’t talk about my life without acknowledging my essence.
I’m me. Teacher. Mother. Wife. Philosopher. Reader. Gamer. In random order.