My education started off normal, went to a private Christian school from pre-k through third grade then to a public school until the fifth grade. My father had six heart attacks and a triple bypass and decided it was time to leave Wisconsin, so we packed up and traveled to New Jersey where I attended school for my 6th and 7th-grade years. My family once again decided to travel and was homeschooled until we settled in Arizona, in a small town where I attended High School. The teacher that left the most impact on my life was the teacher who I had disliked the most because of her persistence. Her name was Mrs. Vaughn and she was my history teacher for three years.
She left an impact on me since she was an educator who was strict, had great morals, and was able to teach us in a fun way. I was not a great student because I was infatuated with sports, FFA, FCCLA, and various afterschool activities rather than the coursework required. When my grades started to plummet, she pushed me to do better. She had gone so far as to have my mother and I come to her house after I finished practice to tutoring me. She had no reason to take me into her home and help me do better, but she did. She stood up for all of her students in ways I had not seen before, and for a long time, I had not appreciated it. When I started my senior year of High School, she had left, and the High School was turned upside down and because of the small population, there were no teachers who wanted to travel, therefore, we were an online High School before it was cool. Mrs. Vaughn continued to help me even though she was no longer with the school. She taught me what it meant to have dedication, kindness, and an aptitude for education.
I had graduated in 2014 and was not planning on attending college. I thought I would go to a Culinary Arts Institute in Arizona but since I couldn’t get my act together, I went straight into the workforce as a manager at a Dairy Queen, then to Pizza Hut where I worked for more than four years. At that time, I found that I was not living up to my full potential. I was not happy, but then I found an opportunity I would have been silly to have let slip through my fingers!
I had heard from my father, who currently is the School Board President of the school district from which I had graduated. He informed me that there was an opportunity to work with the school as an administrative assistant. I applied and was hired immediately, and fell in love with the children. Approximately two months into working with the school, I was noticing a misrepresentation of the students, and I thought back to my time in school and decided I needed to be the change I wanted to see.
I was nervous, it took a long time for me to decide where I should go and to what degree. Telling my father that I had made the decision to go back to school was glorious because he had lost faith that any of his children would attend college. He has been one of my biggest supporters since day one, and I look forward to having him, my two beautiful children, and my husband see me earn the diploma I am working hard to obtain.