My (little) sister is a teacher. Yup. An actual, real live teacher.
In many ways, it isn’t all that surprising. She always said she wanted to be a teacher. She volunteered as a classroom helper as a high school student, narrowed down her college selection based on the available teacher programs, majored in the appropriate major, took all of the classes, and applied for teaching jobs.
What is surprising, is that she is old enough to be a teacher… or that I’m old enough to have a (little) sister who’s old enough to teach.
I knew I didn’t want her first year to go by without me making a visit. So this thing and that thing all seemed to fall into place and on a beautiful spring Friday… I visited. And that was that.