Walking Down Memory Lane:

I grew up as a homeschooler until the 3rd grade. I didn't go to a school in a building; I went to school in my own house. I woke up in the morning, and walked downstairs to my school, Jones Academy I guess I could call it. The living room was my classroom. My mother taught me how to count, add, write, and read. She was had a very important role in my life. She was not just my mom, but she was also my teacher. She taught me many things a teacher in a classroom could have never taught me, because of the fact that she was also my mother. I learned how to be disciplined, responsible, compassionate, friendly, loving, caring and many other things.

My mother was an influential teacher in my life. I've had teachers like my mom, who were organized, fun, and energetic, and I've also had teachers who were tired, negative, and boring. Teachers who became angry or upset easily, and were not very patient, and teachers who were encouraging and understanding. The situation could have been much more positive if the teacher had been passionate and loved her job. Instead of viewing it as just a job they had been doing for the past 20 years. It was as if we were just another class, another year, the same old thing as before. Then there was my favorite year, when I went to 3rd grade.

I remember the first day of 3rd grade, when I went to school in a classroom outside of my house. My teacher Mrs. Wells was very organized, energetic and passionate about her job. She loved us, the kids in her classroom. She knew how to manage her classroom. Mrs. Wells was patient, caring, loving and encouraging. She made me want to go to school. School was something I looked forward to attending everyday. It was something I actually enjoyed....so much that I want to become a teacher like my mother and like Mrs. Wells. A teacher who can make children look forward to going to school, who can make a difference in the life of a child.