Monday, February 7, 2011

That's Not My Name!

So, Mrs. Brenda was attempting to herd a few of the preschoolers who get on busses at our school in the afternoon.  She was sure she had the names of her few charges, but everytime she called Brian's name, he would tell her it wasn't his name.  She was not flustered until she had put a couple on the bus already and thought she had the right ones left.  To take them into the bus room she called them by name and again, Brian told her that was not his name.  A little bit nervous she herded them on to the bus room.  One last time she said Brian's name and he went a bit ballistic.  "THAT'S NOT MY NAME!"  Brenda finally asks, thinking she has put Brian on a wrong bus, "What is your name?"  Brian replies with a smile, "Tarzan."  He even tried to explain that he lived on a grape vine.

Reminds me of my friend in 1st grade who, when asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, replied, "A rooster."  Not me.  I always wanted to be a teacher, with architect and interior designer on the short list after teacher.  No farm animals made the cut.  :-)
Are you living your dream?  Super hero?  Farm animal?  Career of your choice?


  1. I am on record telling my kindergarten teacher that I wanted to be teacher when I grew up. It is something I have ALWAYS known I wanted to do. Looking back, I know it had to have been God because I was painfully shy. Speech class made me nauseous. On the eve of student teaching, I remember telling Craig that if there was some way that I could NOT student teach and still graduate, I would have done it. I was that scared.

    It is just further reinforcement to me that God is the giver of joy. Was I happy to have to go through such a terrifying experience? NO! However, that experience has brought me a career that brings me so much joy. Not counting the first month or so of teaching, which is hard on anyone, I have never doubted that teaching was my calling. How awesome is it to be able to go to work every day and spend the day with such amazing young people?

  2. When God calls and we answer, it has to be good.
    I remember when I went on an exchange trip to Peru, I was so scared that if I could have come home without everyone saying, "I knew you couldn't do it." I would have, but I couldn't and I stuck it out and I had a wonderful 7 weeks. Learned a lot of Spanish and most importantly learned to trust God, myself and other people. They kept me safe and pushed me gently. I'm good with working scared if you are pretty sure you are where you are supposed to be.
    Glad you are happy in God's plan for you and the lucky kids you spend time with each day.

  3. Tolling on the floor here. Another read-aloud. I did NOT always want to be a teacher. I wanted to be a horse. Short of that, I wanted to own a horse. Short of that, I wanted to be a panther. Once, I wanted to be a writer. By the time I was grown up, I had no idea in the world what I wanted to be. I became a teacher by default - and found my calling. It has only been overshadowed by the parent thing.

  4. I am interested in seeing if I can even turn off the teacher in me. Friends and family have been known to remind me that they are not students of mine!

  5. Yes. I am familiar with that non-switch.