When I was ten,I wanted to be none of the above. I did not dream of becoming anything. I was a kid.I loved to play with my siblings at home and my friends in school. You can say my dreams were all about having a good time. During the holidays,I spent time walking around the neighborhood, and playing in the park close by . This was how I spent my early childhood.
Then came the most tragic day of my life.I lost my father,I was twelve years old. Becoming anybody was far away from my thoughts. We left our cozy and comfortable home,and embarked on a journey to a place,which was entirely strange to us. It took us a while to get used to it.
Then came the ordeal of finding a school, to suit my needs. Things started to fall in place.I finished high school. I studied in the local college for two years.I was discontented. I showed it in no uncertain terms. My wish was granted.I took admission in a college,run by American Nuns.
I completed my undergraduate degree successfully.Then it was time to think of trying my luck in the university. I had a mind to study Economics,I couldn’t. My dictator sister gave me all the reasons why It is a bad idea. I ended up studying History. Suddenly I started thinking of a teaching profession. I began working towards achieving this goal.
I completed my Master’s degree. I was becoming ambitious to earn an education degree. I was successful. Despite the fact I had six older siblings, I got no help from them regarding my career.I did the thinking on my own. Whether my decision was right or wrong I could not tell.As time went on I got a teaching job. I loved the kids I taught. I was happy I chose to teach young children.
I became a teacher.I loved every moment of it. I did not decide at age 10, which direction I should take. I do not regret my decision to be a teacher.