In 2007 I received a B.A. in elementary education from a university in Colorado. I immediately began looking for teaching jobs, both in-state and out-of-state, and landed one at a school district in Arizona. To make a long story short, I did not even last until Christmas. I was placed in a 6th grade classroom with 35 students that even the most experienced teacher would have some trouble with. I made a lot of mistakes and came across as "playing favorites" which got me in serious hot water with many of the parents (one who even called me every name in the book that she could think of during a conference) The stress literally almost killed me. I was having suicidal thoughts and almost developed a drinking problem. My marriage suffered badly, and the people renting my house back home almost wrecked it because they were remodeling it without my permission. Well, to make a long story short, they asked me to resign by Christmas and I did. I didn't give up (yet) and began looking again, finding a job two weeks later at a private school in a large city in the colder eastern U.S. I thought things would go better in this situation, but they did not. I only had 13 students but the class was FULL of BEHAVIOR PROBLEMS and I only made it a month there. When I got there, I was all gung-ho and was getting ready to go the local grocery store to buy some school supplies and promptly got into an accident that disabled my car...so here I am, a thousand miles away from home, no car, no wife or family, and a class full of behavior problems. I was out of teaching again that year by February. I STILL did not give up. I waited until March and began applying to different districts in my home state of Colorado once more. I landed a job in as an ESL teacher in a district in a mountainous part of Colorado. I THOUGHT that finally, I had found a job where I would be suitable for, and it kind of was. There were some positives to this experience, no question. One particular girl said her FIRST WORDS of english to me and I still, to this day, get a kick out of that. However, I was an outsider in this community and was continually (for the first time in my life) harrassed by law enforcement. Every thing that could have went wrong, went wrong. Last November things came to a head when I was arrested for domestic violence. My wife and I were living in a little holiday rambler trailer and I hit a little plywood table in frustration and it fell off its hinges and collapsed. I have LEANED on that table and have broke it. I was labeled a batterer and ALMOST lost my teaching job once again. I made the mistake of telling the police man that I was going to kill myself and was prompting placed in a suicide smock and kept to myself at the jail. However, a funny thing happened when I was in that jail cell. I realized that teaching was probably not for me. I've always been a spiritual person, so the first time in quite a while I started praying. I remembered how when I was sixteen I felt "called" to become a Christian minister, and so I basically bargained with God. I told God in my prayer: "All right God, if you get me out of this and get me my job back I promise you I will take steps to become a pastor. Just get my job back. And Lord, if you want me to be a pastor, you've got to work on me, I have a lot of baggage and I'm no where near ready." (I was drunk when I prayed this, btw) To make a long story short, I did eventually get a deferred judgment and was able to continue at my job. I did not finish the year; I only made it to March. However, the more I studied becoming a pastor, the less interested I was in being a teacher and by March I had already decided that I would not look for another teaching job at the end of the year. I was accepted into a nationally-recognized online bible college and seminary in May and let me tell you, I have enjoyed my classes ten times as much as I did my education classes! I guess the moral to my story is that having everything possible go wrong with me in education these past three years that maybe, possibly it wasn't meant for me to be a teacher, at least at the elementary or secondary level. Examine your motives and whether you are really meant to be a teacher. If you are and "you know that you know" then be patient, you will find something. Otherwise, it would be just like me attempting to fit a square board into a round peg. If it turns out teaching is not for you, know that I can empathize with you. As for me, I am going to continue being a prayer warrior, serve others, and studying my Bible to be the best pastor possible in the future! I've even been considering the possibility of getting an auctioneer's license as something to fall back on. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.