A home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to... By: Pamela Krenz
Where i'm from
"I think that if you were raised on a farm, you were born with dirt in your shoes. And once you get dirt in your shoes, you can't ever get it out." -Mark Thomas
When I was an adventurous young girl about seven or eight years in age, my father purchased a few spirited steer calves for my siblings and I to raise and take care of, it taught us responsibility. He'd also get us a few dozen guinea hens to nurture sort of how a mother cares for her child. We'd consume our days on the farm making mud pies while getting absolutely filthy, and chasing our hens around the pasture, during the time getting grass stains on our new coveralls through the woods. The thing that I remember the most about being a young farmer's daughter was that it seemed as though the day light was endless. I'd be up at 7 o'clock in the morning on Saturdays to feed my calves a bottle, and clean out their hutches. While other kids my age were viewing Saturday morning cartoons, I would be viewing the cotton candy sunrise over Cannon Lake up on the hill I had been raised on. My family has been farming for generations upon generations. Krenzacres as we call it, is what I call my home. The long dusty gravel roads, and tall stalks of corn growing up on the hill is where I grew up, and all that I've known for the entirely of my life.
Where i've been
I've been to many miraculous places in my life, but the most recent was when my High School's Music Department took an uncomfortably long road trip to the very windy city of Chicago on four very crowded and rowdy coach buses. I traveled a lot over the time slot of five days total! I had the marvelous opportunity to take part in a singing seminar for the choral students on the trip at the DePaul University of Music. I walked the streets of downtown Chicago afterwards, the scent of different foods and cheap perfumes occupied my nose. Smells such as Chinese food and Gucci filled the air. While walking downtown Chicago, we found Oz Park. I walked down the "yellow brick road" with some of my friends from the music program. Afterwards, we went to Willis Tower and I overcame my fear of heights. I went into one of the sky boxes, and looked straight down at the ground beneath me. I was terrified at first, everything looked like legos and ants. But eventually I realized how amazing it was to experience something like that.
WHere i'm going
Where am I going? Good question. I'm hoping to become an English teacher in the very near future. I'm anticipating to teach high school aged adolescents. I'm longing to become that cool teacher that everyone talks about. Intelligent, beautiful, and eager to teach students about English, just as much as I love it! Ever since I was a little girl, my passion has been for reading and writing, along with music. And my choir teacher, Ms. Alicia Vigness (pictured with me above) inspired me to be a teacher. She is so caring and kind! I want to be that teacher that anyone can go to, to talk to, for advice, for anything that they may need. I don't want them to feel like they can't talk to me, because I'd be their teacher, I'd like them to think of me as a peer. The more I connect with the students will make it a more successful learning environment in the long run. That's what I like to think anyways. I mean, who connects with a boring teacher?