I guess I knew when I used white chalk to pretend to teach by writing on my pale yellow latex-painted wall in my bedroom, which did NOT go over well with my mom (writing on walls, etc.).
Dad changed careers and went into teaching, but I, at the time, refused to do it when I graduated high school because my dad did. (The value of the job would probably have been wasted on me at that point anyway.) After attending college off and on, and working at several different kinds of positions—even to the point that I was making good money with a decent vacation package and benefits—I decided I wanted to be my own boss. (And in some ways, this is still true if you love what you do...who needs to check on you when you're already pushing yourself as hard as you can...crazy, I know...)
With my degree finally in hand, I was fortunate to get a job at the time. I had graduated from that district—and people there still knew me; and, my mentoring teacher was the absolute best instructor and advocate.
After my first day (I remember asking myself what I would find to talk about for 45-minutes....ha!), I was hooked, and quickly found that I liked what I did, especially the creativity of it, and the interaction with the kids.
When choosing my major, I did NOT think about the huge amounts of paperwork that come with teaching English: I loved history equally well, but English also allows us to talk about what we think and feel, rather than having to give an exact response. There is some of that, but interpretation of literature, poetry, etc., is great. Kids teach ME stuff on a regular basis.
Working with some parents can be difficult if those parents believe everything their child says or are unable to set out guidelines for their children. I tell my students I am a scorekeeper, and I go over things repeatedly till they are ready to beat me with a stick in hopes that everyone will get it. I want my kids to do well. It's hard when you really try and a parent blames you for something that you have not done or that is not in your control. It's hard not to take it personally for me because I care so much, and doing a good job I DO take personally...but this response is my problem to fix.
The kids make me LAUGH a lot. I teach ninth grade and love it more than any grade I have ever taught. I find that kids not only need to be taught English, but be given a place to voice how they feel about Shakespeare or...ghosts maybe (and they often go hand in hand). With some kids, we end up agreeing to disagree. Being consistent in following through with consequences with rules is tough, especially when the student in question in one of your best. The kids change you in great ways, and teach you things, and the saddest thing is that I only see them 180 days before they move on (though sometimes we all need a break from each other). But it's neat to see them come back as teachers, or getting married, having kids, etc. It is not a job for me. It is a passion. Some days are "diamonds, some days are stones." But what a ride!
And 45 minutes is rarely enough time in the classroom!