By Kayli Hertel – Managing Editor
All my life, I have loved history. I can even pinpoint specific moments throughout my life when I was a little too enthusiastic about assignments from elementary school all the way through term essays and research papers in college. However, one moment recently stuck out to me from the seventh grade. Like most students, I took an American history class, but unlike most students, I was constantly raising my hand to add historical information to the lesson plan.
During a class, my teacher, Mr. K, looked at me and said, “One day you are going to teach my history class.” I immediately responded by shaking my head ‘no’ and became very shy. Fast forward nine years later and Mr. K was half right – I would teach a history class, it just wouldn’t be his.
In fact, there were a lot of things about my future at college I didn’t know yet. When I started at Lasell, I was a fashion communications major who was interested in the fashion world. I was excited by the possibility of participating in the annual runway shows and landing an internship with a local boutique. My, how the times have changed! Now I’ve gone back to my roots as a lover of history and am wrapping up my internship as a teacher’s assistant (TA) in the World Civilizations course.
Never did I think I would be in a teacher’s shoes. As a student for the past 16 years, I’ve only ever had to worry about my assignments being graded and paying attention to the person teaching the les- son. Now I’m on the other side; I had to learn how to grade assignments and create an engaging lesson in order to teach two classes. Being a TA has been a nerve-rack- ing, yet rewarding experience that I am honored to have, but it isn’t the only one of its kind during senior year.
This October, I, along with my lab partner, dissected a squid. A squid! As a history major I have absolutely no business dissecting a squid, but it has been one of my proudest moments. For two class pe- riods I was able to don a lab apron, confi- dently hold my hand out and say “scalpel” as if I were Meredith Grey from “Grey’s Anatomy.” I thought I was hysterical; my patner did not.
And now, I’m looking towards gradu- ate school with bright and tired eyes, but a deep comfort in all this is knowing I’m not alone. The support I feel from my advi- sor and the professors I have grown close to over these past few years is enormous. I know the questions I have aren’t silly, even if I think they are, and the aspirations I have are attainable, even if I think they aren’t. Looking forward, I know it’s these connections that have given me the sup- port to teach two classes of seventy five students each and will continue to support me when I graduate.