And if I'm not a teacher...

 Hi! I hope you all are okay! You feel the excitement that the semester is almost over. We deserve an incredible vacation!

This week's blog is a really interesting one. The issue is which career I would have chosen if it were not for preschool teacher. What other options did you have?

Before entering the Normal, I spent two years at the UABC because I was studying language and literature teaching. I love! I love reading, I like spelling and in some way, I always saw myself as a teacher. Because one of the advantages of studying that career was that not only could you be a literature teacher but you could work on something related to that, as an editor or in a newspaper. And one of my dreams is to write two books. A book about education and another a story, a novel perhaps suspense or adventure. I loved the race but I did not like teaching teenagers, they are difficult.

However, if I had not been a teacher, I would have liked to study physiotherapy but more focused on children. Being able to work in centers such as CRIT and being able to help others. I honestly have no idea why I had the thorn to want to study that. There was a time when I hesitated but only that degree was in private schools and that was a lot of money, so I never tried. But I would like to take some courses on physical therapy.

These are the options I had, and as you realize, only one was not to be a teacher. I would like to do many things but only very few that I would choose as a job for life. I like to teach, especially to children. I love literature and when I finish my degree, I want to do masters and doctorates related to that.

So, this is it. Thank you very much! See you soon!

For them...

Hello! Welcome back to my blog! Always a pleasure to have you around.

This week we have a topic that made me think and reflect too much. "The person that is your Inspiration or your Role Model". It made me question: who am I? And because I am the way I am? Who inspired me? It was really difficult, because I have always believed that I am who I am from my experiences.

After going around and around, I just thought of my family.

In my mom who with four children was always for each one. For taking care of my autistic brother. For defending ourselves. For loving us. Because a part of me is what I am because of her.

In my dad. Who worked and was still present in our childhood. For your advice and words of encouragement. For never giving up on us.

On my aunt Rosy. For never giving up. Because she lost her husband, but moved on for her son. Because her partner cheated on her and she kept fighting not to be overcome by the difficulties and trials of life. For being my family and a second mom to me.

Each has their own role models and inspirations. I believe that each one has something special that can impact another person, that in some way we leave an important mark on people. That we are all brave and we have faced situations or lived experiences that can serve others. That maybe I'm also a role model for someone else.

We are all important and we are all worth it.