Learning about myself, and God
Twenty-three years old and fresh out of college, I was hired to teach freshman English at a rural Texas high school. I was poorly equipped for the job. Having decided at the last minute to postpone graduate school, I had little pedagogical training and no student teaching experience. With these glaring shortcomings I was amazed I even got the job. However, as time went on I began to realize that my lack of professional knowledge was the least of my problems.
The product of a broken home as a teen and plagued by depression ever since, I was still too focused on my own life’s losses to care deeply about others. Moreover, having married nearly on the heels …