I'm currently twenty-two years old. I'm still in college and still learning new things about myself, as well as the world around me, every day. I love it. I love lying in bed at the end of a productive day contemplating all the new information I have acquired in class, at work, or while walking around caught up in my own thoughts. Now that I have set a track for myself as graduation quickly approaches, I've realized I want to learn professionally. The way I see it, teaching is the best career to satisfy my appetite for knowledge. I figure that such a career requires one to constantly learn new ways to educate others, and I will learn just as much in the process.
As a college student, one is regularly what his or her plans for the future are and how he or she intends to use an education. There seems to be a common negative opinion of those who choose a life of academia. "Well how do you expect to make an money as a teacher?" one may ask. My only response is that as along as I have enough to continue doing what I love, I'll be just fine. There is no need to justify yourself for wanting a career where satisfaction may come from things other than a paycheck. When I continue to enlighten inquirers that I not only want to be a teacher but a college professor, they are more often than not provided with some sense of relief. "Oh, you'll be able to make a decent living off of that," they may inform me, thinking that I don't know that already. They are right, and I completely agree, but my definition of a decent living tends to be different from theirs. Though I may want a job in higher education, I am the same as someone who wants to be a kindergarten teacher; my path is just different.
I love to write, and I love to help others with their writing. If I am able to pursue an occupation that makes an impression on a younger generation that shares my interest, I 'm sure I'll go on living decently.
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