We have been celebrating American Education Week with several different activities, and it has caused me to stop and think about what brought me to teaching in the first place. I wasn’t always the most focused of students. As a matter of fact, most of my old report cards all mention too much chatting. Hmmmm…. well, I am sure that some of my old teachers would have pegged me as going into a profession where talking (and listening) are paramount to the job, but I’m not sure they would believe I’d be teaching. The truth is, it was not my first intended career. I planned on going into journalism. I had visions of being a news anchor or hosting my own talk show where I could meet all sorts of celebrities. As a freshman at Northern Illinois University, I hadn’t even taken my first journalism class when I woke up one day and decided to change my major to Education. I believe that somewhere in the back of my heart was the call for teaching, but I had to get past the stars in my eyes. Now, I look back on teachers that influenced me and am so grateful for some wonderful role models. My third grade teacher, Miss Horowitz who let me read everything I could get my hands on (Oh those Nancy Drew books kept me enthralled!) showed me what respect really meant and was probably the first person who unwittingly set me on a path toward teaching. The English teachers in Junior High and High School who further fueled my love for reading taught me how to think critically about text and the lessons I could gain from all authors (even Charles Dickens who I have a love-hate relationship with to this day). Finally, I must recognize the incredible men and women I am blessed to teach among. I continue to learn and grow, not only in my craft, but in life. Thank you to everyone who chooses education as a career path. Your dedication to the future generation leaves me in awe.