Hello Neighbor. Thanks for stopping by.
To be a public school teacher is a long road to travel. There are schools to attend, certificates to get, and degrees, just to mention a few of the bumps along the way. People become school teachers for a variety of reasons. Some choose the younger children, some the middle children. Some choose to teach teens or college students. Some teachers choose this career as a job, some teachers choose to teach because they love their students. and some teachers teach because there is something inside them that God has given them as a gift and they teach because they cannot help themselves. Whatever the reason a person chooses to teach there is a great reward to seeing little minds or bigger minds absorb what you are teaching as they grow into useful adults.
My "teaching" sort of got it's start back when I was attending that one-room schoolhouse that I went to for nine years. I remember as I advanced to higher grades I would take the Kindergarteners or First Graders up to the big black board and help them to learn their ABC's or reading, or numbers.
Now that I am 80 and have had many years to look back upon things that have happened along the way, I can see how God was beginning to prepare me for the work He had me created for.
After graduating from the 8th grade in that one-room schoolhouse, I moved on up to high school. The high school was some distance from the farm that we lived on. I had to take the same bus that I used to take to get to the one-room schoolhouse where the bus picked up the kids in the little town of North Wayne who were in high school. Since the bus went right by our house, I just had to catch it as it stopped on its way back from North Wayne.
High school sure was some different from the school in North Wayne. It had three floors. There was a gym on the bottom floor and the other two floors had the classrooms. Being in high school was just about the same as it was in North Wayne. Living on the farm I did not have the opportunity to have a social life with the kids that lived in either town. Consequently, high school presented the same situation. I rode the bus in and rode the bus out. There was not much time for socializing with the kids in my class or the other classes.
By the time I reached my Senior year, I had discovered that I had an interest in Secretarial Work. Going on to college never occurred to me. Life on the farm certainly didn't give me an opportunity to even think about it. But God did. Some of the colleges would send booklets telling about their schools and what they had to offer. I did look at some of them out of curiosity, I suppose. There was one that might be a possibility. This was a 2 year business school. It was located outside of Boston, Mass. They offered classes for students such as I was an opportunity to attend their school by living with a family who would provide room and board in return for helping them with whatever they needed. Here was a chance! One only God could come up with. So I was going to go to college! Who would have thought it possible. The family I would be living with was a Dr. and his wife and their four children. So I spent the next two years getting more education to be a secretary as I also became very much involved with my new "family".
After graduating from Mt. Ida I found a job right there outside Boston in Watertown working as a typist for the Polaroid Company. They made those new fangled cameras that you pulled the film out of after taking the picture and waiting for it to develop as you held it. That was the first big step to following God's plan for me. He had more for me which I will write about next time.
Stop by again sometime and we will chat some more.
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