Even though I was probably born with a white board marker in hand, my dream of becoming a teacher doesn’t have to do with the fact I have come from generations and generations of teachers. It has to do with the fact that I couldn’t see myself being happy doing anything else. I honestly believe that God has pointed me in the direction of teaching and many times I forget why until I go help my sister in her class and it all comes back again. I can’t wait to be in her position and have a class or multiple classes of my own. Even if I inherited an insane amount of money or was offered a job doing nothing and getting paid for it, I wouldn’t do it because teaching is my passion and my dream.