Has a teacher ever changed your life? How so?
Yes, but not for the better.
In high school, I had the same math teacher for Algebra I, Algebra II, and Trigonometry. He was a great teacher and I loved all of his classes. He was just so excited about math! [I realize I’m painting a *really* dorky picture, but it’s accurate.] He helped me choose a college… which, unfortunately, turned out to be a terrible decision… that changed my life.
In my first year of college, I had this amazing art professor. He was eccentric, wildly talented, and inspiring. I was so affected by him that I declared art as my major. Another terrible decision. I mean, I am an okay artist, but on a scale of kindergarten fingerpainting to DaVinci, I’m about a 4. If I’m being generous, maybe a 5. Actually, some of my kindergarten fingerpaintings are probably better than some of my later work.
[Not my actual fingers.]
I almost wish I had less supportive parents. I can tell, looking back [and maybe I even knew it back then on some level], that they were disappointed with my decisions, especially the art major one. But they supported me anyway. I wish they hadn’t. I wish they’d stepped in and told me I was making mistakes. I know it’s what they thought, but they accepted my decisions. Not their fault, of course, but I just wish. Maybe that’s why I worry so much about my kids’ decisions. I don’t want them to have regrets like I do. But as a parent, how can I not support them? That would make me kind of a bitch, wouldn’t it?
Apparently, I’m in need of a new teacher to change my life—for the better this time.
p.s. — Interesting how my favorite teachers ultimately unknowingly put me on the wrong path. Maybe I should have sought advice from the teachers I hated.