The Emergent Rose Bud

Hello, my name is Norma. Welcome to my blog. I am sorry for the delay in posting my introduction, there are personal things I needed to take care of. I am glad to be back though. When I found out I had to write a blog for class, I mainly didn’t know what to make of it. In the end, I found that it would be such a great way to get rid of the many anxieties this road of becoming a teacher is leading me to.

First I have to tell you a little about myself and the events leading to me deciding to teach in order for you to realize why I want to teach. I was born in East Los Angeles in the middle of two emergent gangs and went to Catholic school virtually all my life. In school, I have to admit, I hated English. It was the most repulsive thing ever. Every-time I had to write something, I dreaded it with a passion. Reading was okay, reading was addicting. It was something to do to make the time pass as an only child with a lot of free time. But the love for writing did not hit me until Sophomore year of high school. I was sitting in my desk with my very first in-class essay prompt. I remember shaking, stuttering, and seeing, but not understanding the letters splotched onto my paper.

I had no idea what to do or how to go about finishing this assignment, until I raised up my hand and told my teacher the problem. I remember he said, “Don’t worry, its just an essay.” After he said this, for some reason I felt so much more secure and I was able to finish my essay. Unfortunately, I still failed it in the end and I felt a little “like crap” I believe is the phrase.
Then there was Junior year. I was determined to find out why I felt in love with language all of a sudden. I had to be in the honors class. That class was both the climax and demise of my life. Paper after paper after paper, I felt that it was never going to end. I would cry, I would sink my teeth into my final research packet assignments. I would curse my teacher, and in the end I decided to become and English major and create this wonderful experience for someone else. It has been a love/hate relationship with English and I, but I would never look back and change my mind.

I am a bit afraid though. I feel that the moment I have been waiting for is coming too soon. I fear not being able to deliver to my students. I fear not being interesting to them or running out of things to say. But I guess all I can do is try my best and hope a few will get bitten by the writing bug and call it a day.