I was a different kind of kid. First, from age five, I always wanted to become a teacher and a parent—yes, in that order. At a very young age, in my bedroom or in the basement, I held my classes. I always lined up my dolls and teddy bear as my “students.” Later on, I outgrew using these toys. I just developed my imaginary “students.”
As my reading skills developed, at age ten, I read the plays Agamemnon and Macbeth and taught my “students” these plays as my mother was on the other side of the basement washing clothes and listening to my giving them their “lessons” and instructing them to pay attention: “Now, you listen you Sojos; this is very important.” “Pumpkin, who are ‘Sojos’ ”? “Mommy, you know. There are freshmen and juniors and seniors and sojos!” She chuckled and helped me understand that they are called “Sophomores.” Thus, my career as a teacher really continued on the right foot.