talents vs. gifts

When I was little I wanted to be a doctor, a writer, an astronomer, an interior designer... but I always knew deep down that I would be a teacher. I rebelled against this feeling. I told myself that teachers were silly people who couldn't do anything else, and didn't make any money. But secretly, I glanced around at my teachers walls and knew exactly  how I would decorate my classroom if I was the teacher. I decided how I would choose to teach the content if it was me up in front. I secretly prided myself on my ability to get through to students when the teacher simply wasn't making sense to them. I tried to write essays for scholarships on why I was going into Interior Design, but knew it made more sense if I wrote an essay on why I should teach. When I applied to the prestigious Interior Design program at Utah State, I fully expected to be rejected, and my mind was full of relief that I could be a teacher instead. I got accepted to Interior Design and continued on, but still I wondered. On that fateful day, after I turned in my tiny house and walked onto the shuttle feeling more exhausted with school than I ever have, I knew. I knew I couldn't rebel any more. And as I signed the Change of Matriculation form,  I knew I would never go back.




my tiny house that caused much stress in my life.

the only picture of me teaching anything.

p.s. I just helped my mom get songs from my computer onto her iphone. It took 4 1/2 hours. Cool.