Before I started student teaching, I’d heard rumors about how once you start, it’s like you never stop. You come home and correct people’s grammar automatically, and when your little sister asks what a word means, you tell her and then proceed to use it in a sentence and start to restate the definition before she interrupts you with an exasperated, “Okay, I get it. I just wanted to know what it means!” and then you remember you’re not in a classroom anymore. Or how, when you’re with a group of people—maybe some friends—and you’re trying to get everyone to coordinate or whatever, and no one’s listening so you use the infamous “teacher voice” to get everyone’s attention, expecting it to work on your 20-something friends just like it does on the 9th graders you teach. I always laughed at those stories, but secretly I thought that it would probably never happen to me.
Until sometime during Fall Semester when I had that exact vocab conversation with my sister.
More than once.
After that, I kind of just waited for the day I would accidentally use my so-called “teacher voice” in a setting other than the classroom. But it never happened. I heard stories from my classmates though, about times it happened to them. I started to wonder if maybe it was just my personality. After all, I’m a pretty quiet person. I thought that maybe because I’m shy and introverted, I would never really try and take the lead among my peers, even if I could lead a classroom just fine. I thought, Maybe my teacher voice will just stay at school.
That’s the way things went. Until Spring Break. Over Spring Break, I used the dreaded “teacher voice” on my friends: not once, but twice. Over the course of like two days. And I got called out for it both times. It was something I never thought would happen. It wasn’t exactly on purpose either—I didn’t notice I was doing it, until someone started teasing me for it.
Afterwards, after the late nights at the park, the spur of the moment get-togethers, and spending time with people I haven’t gotten to see in ages, I thought about those two moments. And I realized that being a teacher (unofficially) has changed me. And people told me it would, but they never really elaborated on what that meant, and it was just some sort of vague idea in my head. Don’t get me wrong—there were definitely ways teaching changed me before this. I could see how it changed the way I think, the way I explain things, probably even the number of times I use the words “Does that make sense?” But I never thought it would change a part of my personality like that. Before teaching, I would never, ever, in a million years have taken charge in a group of my friends like that. No matter how frustrating they were being. I prefer not to have everyone paying attention to me, to be on the outside, and wait until the talkers are done talking, even if it takes a while.
But then I didn’t. I spoke up in a group of people and explained the rules of the game we were trying to play in the same voice I use when my students aren’t paying attention. Honestly, I was kind of shocked with myself at first. But after I thought about it, I realized that it’s because of teaching. Teaching in at least some small ways has changed who I am. Because when you’re a teacher, you’re not just a teacher at school. You’re always a teacher. It’s part of who you are, and it alters who you were before a little bit. And I’m okay with that.