It never occurred to me to become a teacher. I’ve always had such a weird relationship with teachers – some of them adored me and made me see the endless possibilities my life held, but a lot of them were really kind of awful, a few even stooping so low as to resort to bullying tactics. I was, admittedly, an outrageously annoying child. I talked incessantly to cope with my almost unbearable insecurities. I was, as I’ve mentioned here previously, super tall and pretty fat. For a while there I was also reasonably smart. My first grade teacher made a point of that last bit, pulling me apart from the rest of the class and bringing my reading level three grades higher than everyone else’s. Additionally, at story time she would have me read to the class. As you can imagine, this made everyone think I was awesome. Oh, how they’d cheer my name at recess.