When I was in second grade, all I wanted to be was a second grade teacher.

In second grade, I went through the phase of “I want my mom” everyday, and a teacher helped me get over it. She gave my mom, my teacher, my assistant teacher and me a sparkly sticker and whenever it was sparkling my mom was thinking of me.

Now, back then, I thought she was thinking of me all the time because my sticker always sparkled, but now I know that it wasn’t true. It sparkled because that was the way it was designed.

After that I was the teacher’s pet.

When my teacher got married and went on her honeymoon, an assistant teacher came in and it just wasn’t the same when she gave me a sparkly sticker.

Through the years I have changed my mind about being a teacher a couple of times. At first I wanted to be a physical therapist because I was in physical therapy at the time and I thought it would be fun.

I then went to wanting to become a nutritionist, that sounded like it would be a good job, but required a lot of more school that I did not want to do.

I then went through a phase where I baked all of the time, cookies and brownies were my specialty. Then I decided that wasn’t for me, so I went back to nutrition.

My grandma talked me out of it because she thought I would be a good teacher. In the back of my mind, I think I always knew I wanted to be a teacher.

I am a sophomore in college now and going to school to be a teacher.

We have to go through specific tests for us to be able to get into the program. We have to go through one that's called the Praxis. You have to be able to get a 365 or above. When I took it, I got 365 exact. I thought I was ready to go and had gotten into the program, until I found out two things.

One, the new head of the education department increased the score that you had to get in order to pass the test, which meant mine was no longer high enough; and secondly, to my surprise, I needed a GPA of 2.7 to get into the education department, which I do not have.

Therefore, I was not able to get in the program.

When I found out that I was not able to get in the program I cried and cried. I was glad my roommate was not in the room at that exact moment.

I asked the lady who was the education department leader if we could meet for us to talk about it.

She agreed, and when we talked she told me that I would have to change majors.

Which of course, I cried again.

I wasn't happy because I never thought I would ever have to change my major in college, I thought I would be one of the few people who wouldn't, but it turned I had to.

So I talked to my parents to see what would be good for me.

We came up with a couple of good ones, but I ended up choosing English. I would have never thought that I would be an English major, but I am.

To say the least, I am looking forward to seeing what is in store for me next semester.