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Dying to...

I thought I would check in and just let you know... This is a rant. I am wondering why I am in this profession. I hated elementary school. I remember days where I just did not feel like going to school. I would just stay at home. My reason for wanting to be a teacher is because I just want to do it better than my teachers did it. But my problem was never the teachers. It was my peers. And guess what? The same traits that made me dislike my peers (my sense of justice, respect for authority, my sensitivity, etc.) are still in me and the kids today are the same, if not worse, than my peers were back then. I wish I was stronger when I was younger . I will be stronger today. My problem is can I love kids who are like the kids that made my life a living hell when I was younger? All up to you God. They offered me a teacher's aid position over here. Not volunteer and this question about my motivation keeps coming back to bite me. I hated elementary school. Why do I want to be a teacher?

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