Time Machine: Teacher in Heels

Lately, I feel like this blog is circling back around to the beginning of my blogging days. You see, there was a girl that existed before Charlie–a girl that chronicled her adventures teaching special needs kids at an inner-city school.

So, I’ve decided to write some of my previous life down here, as a record. You can keep reading, but you’ve been forewarned. . . this isn’t my usual fare.

I guess I’ll start by explaining how I grew up–the girl I was when I decided to become a teacher. You see, I was the kind of girl who had most things handed to her in life. Not all things–but most. I wasn’t a blonde cheerleader, but I did get my first car when I was fifteen and I did like to get my formal dresses in Houston rather than in town so that other people wouldn’t have the same one.

I wasn’t one of those ridiculous people you see on My Super Sweet Sixteen, but I was the kind of girl who never loaded a dishwasher, never attended public school, and who had her own platinum card at sixteen. When I was eight, I thought there were three professions: doctor, lawyer, and teacher. When I was thirteen, I had a friend whose family name appears on a common kitchen product and another who had a suite in her house instead of a just a bedroom. I might not have had it all, but I had friends that did.

I spent my weekends jetting here and there in my car. I hung out at my friend’s lake houses. My picture was in the social section of the newspaper, but I thought I looked terrible. I planned my spring break in Destin and worried about which color sofee short I should buy to match my bathing suit.

These were my concerns.

I wasn’t concerned about school–I was bored by it. I got A’s and B’s, rarely did my homework, and never, ever studied. I had boys to think about! and Friday night! and prom! Oh how I thought about the prom. I even bought prom magazines, which are actually just big huge advertisements that you pay for–kind of like bridal magazines.

I doodled in my planner and worried about the weekend.

I can promise you I never thought I’d be a teacher–thought I was way too smart for boring job like that.

Shows how much I knew. . .

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Comments

  1. Katy, I am glad you posted this background story. I don't know what I would have expected because it is obvious from your post about teaching your child that you knew what you were doing as a teacher, so I would not necessarily have exptected this. And no, I never wore hats like that, I was too busy dying my hair pink and blue and the like. And when I'd see my mom I'd have to wear a bandana so she wouldn't gag and thwow up, literally. I could have used that hat.

  2. Too cute, Katy! I loved hearing about your "past life"! The hat is great! LOL! I guess this story explains why you dad freaked out when you bought that purse at the thrift store! Ha Ha ha!

  3. Nadine Hightower says:

    OMG!!!! You are friends with the All-CladPrincess!!!!!

    Its all I use!!

  4. Cute post! It's already fun to read about the blogger behind the blog. =)

    Interesting how much life changes how much you have a kid… I feel that I was so "clueless" before… and blissfully unaware about a lot of things.

  5. oops… just proofread my comment… as a former teacher myself, I prob. should have done that, um, before I hit "send". Anyway…. meant to say "after you have kids" but you prob. figured that out. =)

  6. Rockin' it old school–I like it! πŸ˜‰

  7. I am sure that your life was far different then than it is now. Question is, what life would you choose for yourself if you got to? I have a feeling it isn't the former.

    Tell us how you came to the decision to teach?

  8. Love the background info. Thanks for posting it. HOpefully this is just the beginning of a series?

    I have to say that I'm a bit surprised by the history though…not at all what I would have expected. And no…I have never worn a hat like that!

  9. luckeyfrog says:

    Hehe- I enjoyed this. Wouldn't have guessed it from how down-to-earth and realistic your writing has been ever since I started reading your blog. (Not that it's a bad thing, or that all people with that background would be snotty… I guess I'm just pleasantly surprised to see someone even at all close to Super-Sweet 16-like girls growing up to be a very respectable adult.)

    Loved the hat, too! :)

  10. TheRextras says:

    Clearly the wisdom of your parents was passed onto to you. Like luckyfrog I take heart that a little prom emphasis will not ruin the Teen in our home. πŸ˜‰ We won't be going out-of-town for the dress, however.

    Barbara

  11. Aviatrixt says:

    Haha! I went to a boarding military high school…by choice…because I thought I would be go to a service academy, become a fighter pilot and then the nation's first female pilot astronaut. So, I wore a hat, just not a "big" hat. When I found out I was too short to fly, I had to make other plans.

    Never thought I'd be a teacher, either, but I did duty for a few years, too.

  12. I was similar, I didn't have the same freedoms but my parents pretty well spoiled me/

    So what happened to make you want to be a teacher?

  13. sitting on the mood swing at the playground says:

    What fun to get some background. Can't wait for the next installment. (Great shoes in the photo.)

  14. Small Town Girl says:

    this is fun! Can't wait to read more.

  15. I thought people only wore hats like that when they went to the Kentucky derby–this picture is great! You were the kind of girl I'd have rolled my eyes at right before I keyed her car…I'm just kidding–I wouldn't have rolled my eyes. But I absolutely love this post. I think most people were someone else entirely in high school…and then after the kids come we change even more.