My love for teaching began to grow from the roots and up during elementary school. My mother and father thought it best to place me in a progressive private school that stressed learning more than structure; pride in work more than harsh criticism and obedience. I found my voice during school plays, music nights, and oral presentations given after weeks of research. For a small 3-floor elementary school, The Cobblestone School delivered on its teaching promise and instilled in me the courage and motivation for my high school years to come.

Our Lady of Mercy High School in Rochester, NY introduced me to an entirely different learning environment. I quickly adapted to a dress code of navy and white, a demanding curriculum, and an all-girl student body under strict requirements and regulations. I often found myself shadowing my teachers and found a new strength leading study groups. I was convinced I would become a middle school math teacher due to the mentoring of a most admired and respected teacher who would later tutor me through the toughest times of my life.

Shortly before the end of my freshman year in high school, my father became worried and advised I visit the doctor on account of his quick examination of my pale skin and weakened state. I later realized that if my vigilant father was not been a physician, himself, I may not be writing to you today. 24 hours later, I was lying in a hospital bed surrounded by my loving family. Together we faced the music when doctors informed me I had Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Over the next 6 months, I battled for my life but never left my studies. Triumph came by Christmas when my devoted doctors and nurses declared that I was safely in remission. Treatments would have to continue to ensure complete restoration. The chemo had taken my hair but enforced my character. I returned, transformed, to high school amidst the everyday sophomore strife and teenage strangers. The call to teach grew stronger as I studied my teachers closely alongside an advanced curriculum. I took notes feverishly and amassed a personal collection of successful techniques.

I brought my youthful conviction to Boston University School of Education in 2004 where I studied under some of the most motivational and knowledgeable educators I had ever met. I discovered a new passion for English and history though mathematics are still a favorite. Dr. Dan Davis was my brilliant advisor and professor after a summer maritime program aboard the tall ship Lettie G. Howard turned me into a sailor and history nut for life. Dr. Davis recommended Stoughton High School for my student teaching practicum since he had once served as the history department chair and principal. I could not wait for January. The faculty and staff were more than welcoming. Mr. John Gallivan and Mrs. Amy Scullane recognized and multiplied my ambition and drive. They soon hired me as a permanent substitute and then as a full-time high school teacher.

The current economic recession brought uncertainty in 2009. As I am a first year teacher, I am aware that seniority oftentimes creates a department need to dismiss recent hires. Should Stoughton feel the economic pinch and let me go, I will sorely miss those who gave me invaluable advice and strength during my first year as an educator.

Meanwhile, my pages turn to a new chapter and I am ready to read on.

Sincerely,

Erin Wopperer