My passion is language. Language spoken aloud, language written down. It can be lyrical and soft; it can be bombastic and overwhelming. It can convey any conceivable topic in the universe, from the Higgs-Boson to the ethereal nature of joy to delicious, delicious candy. It can make you cry, sing, dance, laugh, think. Language is the best thing that humanity has produced.
And that's why I want to teach English. An English classroom is a magical place. New ideas are discovered, tested out, discarded. Teenagers who are in the process of becoming young adults, finding new concepts that they'd had no concept of. Reading great literature and figuring out what makes it great. Talking about stories and poems can often lead to introspection, learning how it can apply to your own life. The world could do with more introspection. And learning to write clearly; to convey your ideas to the rest of the world. I want to teach my students to love language, too.
I've always been a reader, a nerdy strange kid in the back of the room with a book. Reading books was a way to escape into a better world. I grew up, became more outgoing, hid at least some of the strangeness (obviously not much). But reading has always been the way I learned about the world and about myself. During all the difficult times in my life, I've gotten through it with a book - something that spoke to me and seemed to understand what I was going through. Now I'm trying to earn my English Teaching degree so that I can help others find that same tool for understanding and enjoying life. I'm wordy and weird, and if you get me talking about things I'm excited about I get very excited indeed. But enthusiasm is good, right? My goal is to be enthusiastic about everything I try to do.
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