If there ever was a sign, a premonition, or a destiny foretold, it happened for me at age 3.
My parents had gifted me with a chalkboard and supplies, including a rubber-tipped pointer not shown in the photo. I could not yet write, but I was scribbling some kind of nonsense on the board and lecturing to my dolls, a captive audience.
Fast forward to college admissions testing…the interest survey indicated my strongest area was public speaking. Denial.
I had no interest in teaching, my goal was to be a journalist.
I did find it odd that even though I was shy and introspective growing up, I was somehow very comfortable on stage with a podium and microphone; evidenced by high school extracurricular activities.
Somewhere into my freshman year, journalism took a back seat to foreign languages. Being practical, I also minored in Secondary Education, getting my teaching certification as a “back up plan”.
After college and marriage, we relocated to Salt Lake City, Utah, and I attempted to get a teaching job in a public school dominated by the LDS (Mormon) Church. Because of their international missionary efforts, they had a very sophisticated language training program in place. I gave up on “infiltrating” their system, and moved on to other careers.
We didn’t stay out west for long, and I was able to find teaching jobs again. The interesting thing to me is that, despite my hesitation, I was always, and still am, a teacher. Whatever corporate position I held, I found my way into training and development.
I trained sales personnel in attitude modification and hospital staff in stress management techniques. I taught time management and personal security, and trained engineers in simple English and writing technique. I ran workshops for school volunteers and trained hospitality staff.
When people ask me what I do/did for a living, my first answer is always “teacher”.