Teaching: The Myth and the Reality - What Truly Fascinates, Mystifies, and Enthralls Me
Hello!
The prompt I am responding to is "Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story." I am responding to the interest portion of the question. Thank you for all of your help!
To make sure that this application is as encompassing as possible, I've chosen to write about an interest that truly fascinates, amazes, and mystifies me; what it means to be a teacher. As far as my memory serves me, I've wanted to be a teacher. From sitting in my father's introduction to communications class at Boston University as a third grader to watching my favorite teachers concoct a world of intellectual stimuli, education has captured my attention in ways not many other things have. Though my seven-year-old self, sitting in on a college level communications course wasn't necessarily in my academic element, it spoke to me in an unprecedented way and I haven't looked back since.
Upon my first opportunity, I took it upon myself to be exposed to the world of teaching that students do not necessarily see. As I scoured my school's course list for my upcoming junior year, I spotted the almost hidden course offering of a teacher's assistant in a history class. I was thrilled to see that class on my schedule the first day of school. I was assigned to a sophomore world history class and was supervised by the teacher, Ms. Razzaqui. Though I spent only a semester there, I learned so much and experienced things I never thought possible for a 16-year-old. One of my fondest memories of my time with her was a quick aside comment Ms. Razzaqui made that blew me away. She would spend between 4-7 hours a night just preparing assignments, grading papers, and making new lesson plans for the next day. All that work just to stay on pace. She was doing something much greater than herself; to help the next generation to be the best they could be. She had a passion in her heart that was so powerful, she was able to find the unrelenting strength to go day in and day out. That kind of passion I want to find in teaching.
As a teaching assistant, part of my training was attention to students who were falling behind. One experience that stuck with a student who saw real growth. His essay writing was fundamentally struggling and he needed one on one help. Though I was only present for a semester, I witnessed one of the most incredible things in my life; with my help, he truly grew. His essays became more coherent and his analysis was tighter and more fluid. I had never helped someone that way before, and the feeling that it gave me was astounding. When I left, he was not all the way there, but there was a marked improvement. I had left a mark on someone's academic life and he learned something from me. I
Really what separates teaching from other interests I have and why I want to include it is how it translates to something larger. Though I spent only a semester as a student teacher, I learned new levels of patience, perseverance, and passion. It would not be fair or incorrect to say that my time there has not made me a more forgiving and hard working person with a newfound appreciation for the underappreciated heroes of the world. My passion for teaching has moved far past the typical parameters of a hobby and is starting to become a positive addition to who I am and who I intend to be through college and beyond.
Hello!
The prompt I am responding to is "Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story." I am responding to the interest portion of the question. Thank you for all of your help!
To make sure that this application is as encompassing as possible, I've chosen to write about an interest that truly fascinates, amazes, and mystifies me; what it means to be a teacher. As far as my memory serves me, I've wanted to be a teacher. From sitting in my father's introduction to communications class at Boston University as a third grader to watching my favorite teachers concoct a world of intellectual stimuli, education has captured my attention in ways not many other things have. Though my seven-year-old self, sitting in on a college level communications course wasn't necessarily in my academic element, it spoke to me in an unprecedented way and I haven't looked back since.
Upon my first opportunity, I took it upon myself to be exposed to the world of teaching that students do not necessarily see. As I scoured my school's course list for my upcoming junior year, I spotted the almost hidden course offering of a teacher's assistant in a history class. I was thrilled to see that class on my schedule the first day of school. I was assigned to a sophomore world history class and was supervised by the teacher, Ms. Razzaqui. Though I spent only a semester there, I learned so much and experienced things I never thought possible for a 16-year-old. One of my fondest memories of my time with her was a quick aside comment Ms. Razzaqui made that blew me away. She would spend between 4-7 hours a night just preparing assignments, grading papers, and making new lesson plans for the next day. All that work just to stay on pace. She was doing something much greater than herself; to help the next generation to be the best they could be. She had a passion in her heart that was so powerful, she was able to find the unrelenting strength to go day in and day out. That kind of passion I want to find in teaching.
As a teaching assistant, part of my training was attention to students who were falling behind. One experience that stuck with a student who saw real growth. His essay writing was fundamentally struggling and he needed one on one help. Though I was only present for a semester, I witnessed one of the most incredible things in my life; with my help, he truly grew. His essays became more coherent and his analysis was tighter and more fluid. I had never helped someone that way before, and the feeling that it gave me was astounding. When I left, he was not all the way there, but there was a marked improvement. I had left a mark on someone's academic life and he learned something from me. I
Really what separates teaching from other interests I have and why I want to include it is how it translates to something larger. Though I spent only a semester as a student teacher, I learned new levels of patience, perseverance, and passion. It would not be fair or incorrect to say that my time there has not made me a more forgiving and hard working person with a newfound appreciation for the underappreciated heroes of the world. My passion for teaching has moved far past the typical parameters of a hobby and is starting to become a positive addition to who I am and who I intend to be through college and beyond.