I don't remember when it was that I decided I wanted to become a teacher. I remember the teacher who made me want to become an English language teacher, though. I remember the teachers who, somehow, shaped me into the teacher I am today. Charlie and Mr Pywell were undoubtebly the most important in my life. Charlie made me passionate about owls and Mr Pywell always wore such beautiful ties... Unless you've ever heard him speak, you won't understand why the ties were important in his teaching, but I'm not going to talk about that. It's been 20 years now. Charlie more than that. "Oh captain, my captain" and Mona Lisa also played their part and I mustn't forget about all those Dangerous Minds that I so often meet every day now.
Why have I become a teacher? I have no idea. I just know that teaching is more in me than anything else. It runs in my veins. It comes so natural that I wouldn't know how to do anything else. And that's scary. To know that something is so powerful in my life, that I wouldn't know how not to be it.
It makes me what I am. And I am what I am: an imperfect being in search of answers, whose questions I'm still trying to ask.