My first grade student, tightly wrapped her arms around my right leg and squeezed it until she lost her energy, then dropped her arms and grabbed my hand. "You're my favoritest teacher in the whole wide world" is what Deborah claimed as she looked up and smiled at me while her eyes glistened with happiness. My heart melted away at the sincerity of her words. My fourth grade student at church, Reina, handed me a hand knitted necklace, she made herself, made of white yarn, on Thanksgiving Sunday and wished me a "Happy happy happy Thanksgiving", then reminded me to keep it for as long as I live. With a heart filled with gratitude, I happily obliged.
I gradually discovered my passion after deciding to write in an application to serve in the Upper Elementary Department at my church, Sarang Community Church. I was junior in high school, inelligble to be a leader, nonetheless a role model, but definitely had a heart to be loving and caring teacher towards kids. Little did I know that teaching required more than just "love and care". First day with a group of eight fourth grade boys led by a first time Bible Study teacher was not a pretty sight. But time after time, as I anticipated each Sunday with more preperation I finally got in the hang of it.
From creating calenders, to homework assignments, buying folders and providing materials, each moment spent with my students couldn't be more enjoyable. Of course, there are days where kids are cranky and stubborn and do not want to do what they are told, but those type of days have become my challenges. The spilled soda, crumbs all over the floor, and even blood from a small accident, each contributed to the reason I want to pursue my dream in education.
To be frank, I didn't believe teaching would be my passion. I prayed for a career different from my mom's. I dreaded seeing my mom work night after night, grading endless amounts of paper. The horror of dealing with naughty high school kids and going through the trouble of calling parents seemed nothing but a burden. It never occured to me why she still loved her job. It was until I became a teacher myself through the opportunity of serving at church. It was then I realized that it wasn't about the papers you had to grade, or the students you had to scold but the holistic view of being a positive influence to your students.
It was the rewarding feeling of finally hearing the voice of the shyest girl in your class, finally speak loud and clear. It was the overjoy of happiness to see that your students understood your teachings by displaying through their actions of sharing and sacrificing their own wants for others. It was the satisfaction of realizing at the end of the day, your students are not just growing academically but growing into a mature and better person.
I have a deep desire to pursue my education career in college. My passion has yet to grow and there is nothing to stop me from continuing to strive on. I am but a young educator, but an educator that truly understands that the way to teaching is through the hearts of students.
Oh my gosh this is so my life, haha. My mom's a teacher and my dad's a preacher so I help out with Sunday school too, lol. Anyways, this is so perfect. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ESSAY. I really don't see anything wrong with it. Good luck and God bless! :D
A few fixes:
-watch spelling on ineligible!
-had THE heart to be A loving and caring teacher... etc
-First day with a group of eight fourth grade boys led by a first time Bible Study teacher was not a pretty sight. (awkwardly phrased.. try rewording it)
-Third paragraph rambles a little, could be re-done or removed
-It was until I became a teacher myself through the opportunity of serving at church. (doesn't make sense, reword)
You have some amazing conviction in all of your points, and you support them with evidence that makes sense, yet you may want to watch your wording from time to time. I cited the points where I was a little confused, but you have an overall very strong essay. Congratulations!
