I sometimes think about how hard it was for me to become a teacher. Then, I think about how grateful I am to be a teacher.  At 23 years old, I got my first teaching job at Trafalgar School for Girls in Montreal, Canada. The year was 1986 and I was really nauseous on my first day of work. I loved where I was working, however, the teacher who was supervising my teacher’s probation loved to watch me fail. Every time she supervised one of my lessons, she drilled me and said I should find another profession as I wasn’t cut out to be a teacher.