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Love, School, and Why I Teach

By Bradford Bosler

“Others who broke my heart,

They were like northern stars,

Pointing on my way,

Into your loving arms.

This much I know is true

That God bless the broken road

Every Broken Road Led Me Straight To Your Door

That led me straight to you

It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true.”

-Rascal Flatts

“Bless the Broken Road”

I had yet another dream last night where I am in my high school. This time, though, I had my master’s degree, yet I had to go back to high school to graduate. I know that doesn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense in the dream either, but I went with it for a while. I was walking up the familiar hallways looking for my first period class. Unlike real high school, though, I didn’t know where I was going. The person in the office helping me with my schedule made me feel like an idiot because I was lost. But after some time, and filling out some paperwork so that he could look in my folder for my schedule, I was told where I needed to be. So I went to…my car. I was going to leave. I didn’t need that frustration.

I didn’t leave, though. One person kept me in school that day, Kelly Grim. I hadn’t seen her since I was in high school for real, and I always thought she was so pretty. But this time, she was talking to me! She sat beside me chatting about who knows what. It was a dream, so it didn’t matter.

This is when I woke up with the song “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts on my mind. I had a feeling of peace, like everything is going the way it is supposed to. In that calm, meditative state, I began writing this essay. I wanted to explore my thoughts and stay in that feeling a little longer. I started by allowing my thoughts to wander over the roads I have traveled, specifically relationships, school, and my decision to become a teacher. I, too, found that the broken road led right were it needed to.

Every Broken Road Led Me Straight To Your Understanding

In the summer, when I am not in school, I feel lost. I don’t know what to do with myself. I guess I just miss being in the classroom. I miss the energy, the innocence. As a teacher of seventh graders, I see the fun it still is to be in school, yet this time I am the teacher in charge. I also notice the girls exploring how to look pretty and some of the boys trying to impress them. Most of all, I feel like a have a purpose in life. Each day I have the chance to give students the same feelings given to me by the great teachers I had when I was young.

But watching the children pass notes and ask each other out always brings me back to that search I always was on, finding love. It’s fun to watch that dance that thrilled me so. To this day, I am not sure what I needed most when I was young, to love someone else or to be loved. But I enjoyed the chase, the glances, feared the rejection, and savored the prize- a girlfriend. To me, a girlfriend was a sign that you were not the loser you felt like. Looking back, maybe I was just the type of loser a girl was looking for. Chris Rock explains in a stand-up routine that relationships are hard to keep going because keeping up the lie is hard. He explains, that when two people meet, they aren’t really meeting each other, they are meeting that person’s representative. The real person comes out later! Regardless, I liked my representative, and I loved romancing theirs.

I began liking the girls as early as first grade. Amy Bricker was my first love. In fact, I distinctly remember the first day of third grade. I looked around the room to see that she was there. Since our last names were close, I was going to sit next to her all year! But the teacher soon realized that the wrong Amy was in the classroom. I was disappointed, but later that year she gave me her picture, and I taped it to the headboard of my bed. Eventually I moved and changed schools, but we were once again together, this time in homeroom. Throughout middle school and high school, I was fascinated with her. She never liked me that way, so I always watched with interest who she was dating. I never had a chance anyway. I was not her type.

I had other interests throughout my school years, and I hold tight to them for some reason. In second grade, I like Natasha. She was fair skinned blond with bright blue eyes. She always smiled, and I could not stop looking at her. I specifically remember a quiet, heads down time where we listened to the radio. A Barry Manilow song played, “Mandy,” and I forever associate that song with her.

There were others. Some were interested in me and “went” with me. Others I just liked from a distance. And I am sure that not every day in school was a search for another girlfriend, but the chase excited me, for if I were successful, I would have what I think most people in this world long for- another person who, out of all the people around them, chose to be with you. Even now, I feel blessed that my wife still chooses to be with me for the rest of her life…despite my many flaws!

I never wonder why so many of my dreams keep coming back to high school. That time of my life was my most secure, for I had found a girl that stuck with me for all three years. Every school dance, football game, every change of class, and every new intimate experience was with her. She loved my poetry and my romance. She was my first waking thought and the last face I saw when I looked at her picture before I went to sleep. Even though I wasn’t perfect, and I doubted our relationship sometimes, she always came back. High school was Teresa Kulp. Unfortunately, or fortunately, we did not stay together. She decided I was not the one she wanted to spend her life with, and with her went all the memories we shared, for they were now hers to enjoy and mine to miss.

Some days I wonder if I do my job just so I can be back in school again and be close to that time in my life when innocence allowed me time to dream. I dream of high school fondly, like a romantic ideal of what life should always be like, like the embodiment of the last song in Grease that says we will always be together. Dreams of that building, and the songs from that time, bring me back to a person I still long to be. I was innocent, yes, but I was positive. The world was possibilities, and my words and writing spoke of that potential. I was confident in myself and had an energy that made my persona appealing. That person I showed to everyone else, the representative Chris Rock explained, was a pretty nice guy.

I also wonder, though, if I loved school, not just for the girls who attended it with me. That would be shallow if that were true. School gave me so many rewards, especially since I did well. I got the praise of teachers and my parents for good grades. I was on the honor roll and graduated with honors. I was that teacher’s pet who loved to answer questions. Especially in English class, I was excited to study literature and writing. When students yawned because we were studying poetry again, I sat up and listened. I worked hard to impress as many people as I could, from coaches to teachers. My parents were proud of me when I was accepted to the University of Delaware.

But now, having completed a master’s at the same college, I have realized that I miss that praise. Working to please myself has always been so hard, for I am never satisfied with my work. I always see that it can be better. Or, God forbid, a teacher does not accept my work as good, as has happened with my master’s portfolio, I am crushed. The reward of a job well done is stolen from me, and I feel scorned. I feel the same way I did when my high school girlfriend left me. With out praise, I am rejected. Without love and affection, I am lonely. All of these things I found when I was in school. School was like a spring that over flowed with the rewards I needed.

I would hate to think that I became a teacher for the sole reason of getting back to a time in my life when I felt whole. But I am not ruling out the fact that school had a huge influence on who I am today. I know I feel like I have a purpose in life when I am in school. Daily, I have the opportunity to help another person in this world. I have the chance to change students’ views of themselves, maybe make them change their lives for the better. Whatever the reason I am a teacher today, I can’t imagine being anything else. Nothing in this world makes me feel the way I do when I am in front of a class of students. I may dream about being in school, but being a teacher is my dream.