Hi all, forgive me if this shouldn't be posted here but just seemed appropriate..
I'm an almost 18 year old girl in the UK. Throughout secondary school people continuously told me that I would make a good teacher, and I really enjoyed Psychology. Putting the two together, when it came to A Levels, it made sense where I wanted to be and everything was ok.
Many, many, things happened through the start of my AS Levels. I had fallen in with the wrong crowd the summer before, I was drinking a stupid amount, smoking a stupid amount of dope and having some serious mental health issues, which was impacting greatly on my A Levels, as I was skipping lessons, then days, then weeks of school, the lessons I did go to, I would be more often than not either drunk or stoned, and j wasn't doing any of the work because I was too busy trying to not kill myself.
My school got involved fairly quickly, and they soon became the most brilliant support system in the world. I grew close to a fair few of my teachers who were aware of what was going on with myself and things that were happening at home.
I've never had people that have cared so much for me and those teachers are what got me through that 1st year of A Levels. I missed a lot of school, was in a lot of trouble more often than not but these few teachers were so important to me. They were the only people I had to speak to about what was going on, and the best part was that I didn't feel like they didn't want to hear it- they honestly cared and wanted to help. I cannot explain the extent to which they helped me, it was so much more than they had to do and I will never be able to express my gratitude to those people.
Laying in bed at 3am this morning, it occurred to me that I still really want to teach, because of the impact these few teachers had on me. Unfortunately I left during my second year of A Levels, just before exams, because my depression was growing increasingly bad and at the same time, I had stopped trying. I gave up and didn't want to keep going, it just wasn't right for me anymore. I had missed more than half of each of my subjects lessons, and was going to fail undoubtly.
So I left my sixth form in February this year, with my head of year promising that I could re-do my A2's in September (this September!) if I wanted too.
Up until now, I've had occasions where I have considered it, but was 99.9% sure I didn't want to go back, would rather work for a bit until I 'work out what I want to do for the rest of my life'
I want to teach. Secondary. Psychology.
But I don't know where to start. I don't know if I can manage to get myself back into that school again. I know I could achieve if I really try, but I'm almost embarrassed to go back. I had a lot of meltdowns and breakdowns in that place, and it was humiliating to leave at the last hurdle.
Plus, I have no idea if I could cope at Uni, I don't know if I could cope training to be a teacher. I'm no good at public speaking unless I really really try, my confidence and self esteem is so low at the moment and I am terrified it will only get worse with this career in mind.
I don't know if this post make sense but I wanted to try and explain it, and hear what others have to say- especially any teachers themselves!
I don't know if my reasoning for wanted to teach is good enough- I just wish I could do what those teachers did for me- it's giving someone so much, an education, a support system, someone for young people to look up too when they have nobody else.
For me, my school life, from years 7 - before I left in 13, was a safe place to go. I had people watching over me constantly, encouraging, caring and wanting to help me make something of my life. I want to do that.
Thanks if you managed to read this, and even bigger thanks if you respond! 