Everyone expected me to do something with my life. I probably could have done anything; except become a professional athlete. Or a pop star. 90% of the people I’ve met, both at university and afterwards, were studying to become something – lawyers, doctors, accountants… Even I went down that road, studying Economics before completing a postgraduate year in Environmental Sciences. But the thing I wanted to do most was to teach. Most people scoffed at the idea. Why would any rational person turn her back on corporate (and it’s million promises) to become a teacher?
I remember one of the first times I told someone I wanted to become a teacher – they asked me if it would be challenging enough. In this age of the business science graduate, the responsibility of teaching has been forgotten. When you are smart and can pursue a career which will provide you with financial security and a life of luxury, why would you follow a dream to change the lives of tomorrow without the tangible rewards of today. But if I don’t do it, what sort of person will end up teaching my kids one day?
So here I am, a 20-something year old South African living in London, struggling with the day-to-day realities of working in the forgotten profession. This is a story of my journey, the experiences I have, the people I meet, and the adventures I embark on.
Everyone expected me to do something with my life. It’s just the definition of “doing something” which wasn’t the same.
Riding through Oxford