I recently went and visited my old elementary/middle school, and I saw so much of my future in front of me.

There is nothing like walking down the two long halls of the school, remembering everything that happened to me while I was at that school.

I attended that school for four years and will never forget the trauma I faced, the friends I made, and the teachers I adored.

When I was in 8th grade I lost my dad.

He passed away while I was attending that school, I went through that whole year figuring it all out, and I got through it with the help of my friends and teachers.

There are a few teachers in particular at that school who have inspired me and encouraged me endlessly. Because of those teachers, I am following my dreams of becoming a teacher.

To this day, those few teachers still check up on me and continue to encourage me through the craziness that is college.

As I watched my old teachers today interact with their students I could not help but picture myself in that same position a few years down the road.

I also could not help but think about what it would be like if I worked at that school. It is small, and I know so many of the people there that I feel like it would be an amazing place to have my first job.

Teaching is so hard the first few years, and it would be amazing if I had the support of those wonderful teachers.

It is definitely something that I am going to be praying about. I don't know where God wants me in this world, but I know that wherever He places me, I am going to be able to pour into so many children just like my teachers have done for me.