“Teaching? Honey, you couldn’t keep up with a room full of forty little kids!” Looking back on when I told my mom what I wanted to do when I was older, I realized that I probably should have put the words ‘high school’ in front of ‘teacher,’ especially since I hope to teach literature, and explaining Shakespeare to an eight-year-old might prove to be a fruitless endeavor.
But what of the teenage kids out there? Reading the “To be or Not to be” monologue from Hamlet might spark a fire in their eyes the very same way it did for me. I want to educate troubled youth, and prove to them that there is a better way to cope with the whips and snares of the world than a negative action. Even if in a room of forty high school kids, who do nothing but text and go on Instagram all day, if one boy or girl came up to me with a piece of paper covered in erase marks crossed out words and said, “I wrote this, is it any good?” I will know that I have done something right, for in that one moment, I had changed the world.