How I Stumbled into Teaching
Teaching Post 1 Although I was taught, and acclimated to the ways of my parents and grandparents – which was not to complain because there were always people less fortunate than we were – if I were to be at all kind to myself, I’d have to admit my early twenties were not good to me. I floundered badly. I belonged to a whacky church that was cult-like at worst and off-centre at best. It affected many decisions, behaviours and attitudes. We thought we were special which, by definition, made us not special ; it just made us arrogant. We were discouraged from higher education. I spun out after a year and a half of studying Math and Business at university because, well, I was good at Math, but what was I supposed to do with Math? Business? I married young. We lasted a year. My wife had had enough of her twenty-one-year old, hubris-rich husband and their off kilter church; so one day she up and left, leaving literally just the dog and a few sundry items behind (which her father later collec