Everybody and his pet rabbit wants to become a teacher. Around this time of year, at least three students tell me they want to become teachers. Later in the year, I often discover, more future teachers pop out of the woodwork.
With eyes that seem to look towards a utopia, these students tell me they want to teach. They tell me they want to share their love of Shakespeare. Biochemistry. The finer points of geography. And they want to inspire. They want to, through their gentle lovingness, spark the latent fire of intelligence and humanity in teenagers obsessed with spinners and dabs.
Some of my wannabe teacher students have less than noble intentions. They want summer vacations. They want to lecture from behind a desk. They don’t know what else to do. These students – and the way they imagine teaching to be—make me laugh.
What I want to ask these future teacher students, but never do, because I don’t want to stomp on their dreams is this:
“Are you tough enough to teach?”
That is the question no one asks.
Years ago, I thought that all I needed to be a great teacher was passion and love.
But I was wrong, and someone should have told me: