Val
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When I was a child I used to pretend I was saving orphans, and in my mind it always seemed to take place in the 1800's.
Now I have an AA degree, and I am an SFA tutor, and I work with children from Kindergarten through third grade. I love working with these children, but sometimes I find the subject matter (beginning phonics) dull and repetitive, which at that level it tends to be. I find myself wanting more of a challenge, and have been considering going back to college to get a BA in English or Literature, and maybe teaching at high school level.
Ironically, spelling and grammar have never been my strong suit. But I enjoy editing someone else's work, and I seem to be good at it.
And another irony is that I didn't get into this line of work until I reached my late thirties. As a young adult I worked in fast food, and later as a cashier. I didn't hate these jobs, but I didn't love them either. We moved around a lot, and my focus was on my family's needs. It has only been in the past few years that I have been drawn to possibly teaching English at a high school level.
I have only vague flashes of past life memories, and I strongly believe I took care of children in some capasity in the 1800's.
Thinking back on this life, and the career decisions I have made when I was younger, it feels as if finding my calling at a much older than normal age is the way it was supposed to be. Until recently one of my favorite sayings to people was, " I am xx years old, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up."
Now I have an AA degree, and I am an SFA tutor, and I work with children from Kindergarten through third grade. I love working with these children, but sometimes I find the subject matter (beginning phonics) dull and repetitive, which at that level it tends to be. I find myself wanting more of a challenge, and have been considering going back to college to get a BA in English or Literature, and maybe teaching at high school level.
Ironically, spelling and grammar have never been my strong suit. But I enjoy editing someone else's work, and I seem to be good at it.
And another irony is that I didn't get into this line of work until I reached my late thirties. As a young adult I worked in fast food, and later as a cashier. I didn't hate these jobs, but I didn't love them either. We moved around a lot, and my focus was on my family's needs. It has only been in the past few years that I have been drawn to possibly teaching English at a high school level.
I have only vague flashes of past life memories, and I strongly believe I took care of children in some capasity in the 1800's.
Thinking back on this life, and the career decisions I have made when I was younger, it feels as if finding my calling at a much older than normal age is the way it was supposed to be. Until recently one of my favorite sayings to people was, " I am xx years old, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up."