I always thought that I would feel the most fulfilled by sitting in front of young minds every day. My assumptions were correct; I have loved every single moment of appreciation, struggle, growth, and discomfort within my career. Yet, there is something I have discovered that I love more; that is teaching adults. Helping cultivate the minds of the cultivators of our next generations brings me a sense of comfort. Knowing that the seed I plant will blossom and multiply exponentially is what drives me to pursue a career as an educational coach. 

We would race to see who could build the better dam out of mud and rocks to keep the rain out. We would roll socks into a ball, wrap them up in tape, and hit them with poles to play baseball without any of the equipment. We would lay a worn out sheet of plywood across our knees while sitting and use it as a table to play cards, then argue about the actual rules of the game. Even though these were all minor things we did to keep ourselves entertained, they introduced me to engineering.

The moment I opened my bookshelves, relief washed over me. The kind of relief that helps pace your heartbeat, the kind of relief that seems to guide your blood cells throughout your vein, the kind of relief that plays a tone with a decrease in tempo as you gaze from the left to right, and that’s the kind of relief I check for every hour and day.