Someone I just met asked the inevitable question: “what do you do?” I was surprised that saying “law student” didn’t come naturally…. Inside of me it was more of “You’re a teacher! a second grade teacher for very cute little children!” I almost wanted to insist after the fact…”but I was a teacher “
Today was the first day of full-time law school. Wearing jeans and flip-flops to class instead of uncomfortable dress clothes is an unbeatable feeling. But there is a little bit in me missing my students a great deal. I wonder how third grade is treating them, I pray no one is teasing them… I pray God will create an invisible armor around them sheilding them from the temptations that lurk around every corner of their little worlds trying to take them off track… Tomorrow I’m starting my ACLU internship and I hope it will give me the meaning I need….
Someone once told me “even if you leave education you will still feel like a teacher because it becomes a part of you”…. Is this true just for teaching or is this true across the board for anyone who changes careers? Does your former career still represent a part of who you are. Or does it eventually shed itself from you like old skin?