Today I finish my 6th year of teaching. Six years seems like a long time, but in that time I have worked for three different schools. I taught for three years at Copper Hills High School in West Jordan where I taught 10th and 11th grade English.
When we got married we knew it would be easier for me to try to get a job teaching in Richfield than for Tyler to find as good of a job in mining in Salt Lake. We heard Richfield was a clicky town and everyone told me I would need "connections" to get a job there. I somehow lucked out and got a job teaching at Red Hills Middle School teaching 7th and 8th grade English. I taught for two years there before we decided to move back to Salt Lake.
By this time Makayla was only 6 months old and I had to decide if I wanted to work or stay home. It was a tough decision, but I decided that I wasn't ready to give up teaching yet. Tyler works incredibly hard to provide for our family and because of that, I don't have to work full time or even at all. I was so lucky to find a part-time position at Oquirrh Hills Middle School this year teaching 8th and 9th grade English. It turned into more of a 3/4 time position, but I still love the fact that I can get up every morning to get ready to go to work, have some "adult" conversation with teenagers, and then come home and be with my kids. It really gives me the best of both worlds.
When I went to college I knew exactly what I wanted to major in, teaching. Sure I wanted to inspire the minds of tomorrow, blah, blah, blah. But my real reason for wanting to be a teacher was that I wanted to have my summers off. I have priorities, you know. I need to enjoy my flip flop summer.
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