I have just been employed by the ILP at BU. It's a literacy program, and we go to a public school in Chelsea where we help teach parents how to read, and understand English better. Currently my activities at BU include both volunteering at a preschool once a week, and working at the ILP. This past summer I worked at a summer camp as a counselor with 8 year-olds.
So the question has been raised on several occasions, do I want to be a teacher? At camp, it was a general question because many of the counselor were either teachers or were interested in becoming a teacher. At the preschool I volunteer at the teacher told me about how I should really consider being a teacher. Now, as I have just taken this tutoring job, I wonder if I like teaching and reading to toddlers, children and adults so much am I subconsciously on the path to being an English teacher?
I think no. Teaching seems to hard both emotionally and physically. I would probably teach high schoolers in an attempt to really affect their lives. Yet, being hated by a pack of 16 year-olds because I'm trying to ruin their lives by giving them homework, and proceeded to read through their poorly written papers doesn't seem appealing to me. It seems like a very unfulfilling life to be disliked by students, but if you're lucky you could probably change 1 in every 50 students lives. This doesn't seem right, a very low statistic. Still, why am I itching to participate in these activities instead of spending my nights at the daily paper at BU? This is quickly becoming an issue in my life. I would like to clarify that I also work at the radio station and just emailed a section of the paper about writing for them. Nevertheless, I dedicate more or equal amounts of time to these non-journalism activities.
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