For My Teachers.

Prose: Write a 250-350 word essay on what inspired you to become an educator.

This is my response.

Teachers have always been given far little credit, when they in reality deserve the world and more in return to what they have provided us. How are we to succeed, exceed, and accomplish anything if not for the education our teachers have bestowed upon us? I know that I would be lost out in the tempest tossed seas had I not the teachers I had to provide me with the winds, a compass, and the stars for guidance. It was the teachers that nurtured, that cared. They entrusted me with wisdom and knowledge far beyond any of my expectations. My teachers weren't there to get a small paycheck at the end of the week so they can pay their bills and provide for their families- they were there to educate, to impart their wisdom, to make us students truly understand and feel the passion that they felt. My teachers weren't just teachers. They were human beings, each with their own histories and experiences and stories. They felt emotion, they had passions, they had once loved and lost, once triumphed and failed. They were us, and we were them. I always had been eager to see what would come next, for each day was a new adventure. My teachers never left me in the dust, as a weed waiting to be trampled upon and pushed back into the earth in disgust and shame. I was a sapling of a talent in every area of education. They were trees themselves once, and they planted their seeds inside of each of us, including me. My teachers took the time to water me, to prune me, place me in fertile soil, so that I may grow into a large tree, filled with knowledge, and the large tree shall provide so many resources for others. I hope to someday grace the blessing upon another as they have blessed me, plant my seeds and grow my trees, and guide those lost souls in the raging sea.