
Tomorrow I officially begin my third decade in public education. I've been teaching half of my life. If I didn't love it, I'd be very depressed. But I DO love it, so I'm not depressed, just a little nostalgic.
I've wanted to be an art teacher since tenth grade in high school. It's funny to think that someone could actually want to do the same thing since the tender age of 16. That doesn't happen to many people, especially not today's youth, but it happened to me.
I've had many great teachers along the way. While I credit my happiness to many (including myself), I credit my vocational choice to three. I'd like to thank my Dad, Kirby Kiick, a science teacher of 35 years, for doing a job that he loved. I never heard him bad-mouth kids or public education during any of my years living at home. He genuinely enjoyed his career and his students. I'd also like to thank my high school art teacher, Gina Tray, for allowing me to see the joys of art and the many pleasures it can bring to one's life. If it wasn't for her, or my high school art classes, I'm not sure where I'd be, or who I'd be.
My last thank you is not for one person, but for the many people (young and not as young) who I've taught and learned from, and those who I will teach and learn from in the future. We are all part of the creative collective that makes life so much more pleasurable and satisfying. I'm a better person for it and am so happy to be part of that group!
With all of the changes happening in public education and within my current job description, I hope my third decade will be as great as the first two have been. I'll do whatever I can to make sure that it is.
