Standing at the front of a classroom, turning around to see the bright, fresh faces of tomorrow. Looking out at the crowd of young people, perhaps seeing the person that cures cancer or discovers a way to beat Alzheimer’s; smiling and locking eyes with the student that will become the person who unlocks the secret to world peace. These are things that might just happen if I achieve my dream of teaching history at a college level. I firmly believe that the keys to our future lie in acknowledging, learning about, and understanding the past of the human race, the great successes and failures of our people over the centuries that are still a minuscule amount of time on our planet, and I would love to be the person that ignites someone else’s spark, to see their face light up when they finally understand the parallels between one era of history and another; how they can connect a favorite work or piece of classical literature to the events that happened during that time period and what influenced the author to make their choices or send that message, as well as the allegorical connections, and how one movement in history affected another and gave rise to a third. I want to be the teacher that my students can count on, and who they will remember as they grow as people as the teacher that helped them understand the world around them just that little bit better.