Someone recently asked me if I had ever considered becoming a teacher. The truth is: I had always considered it. I was teacher's pet all through elementary and high school, being given the opportunity to run sessions in class, and I successfully tutored numerous students on diverse subjects: math, physics, French, English...
Back then I knew I couldn't teach in Ontario's public education system because I didn't think that I would be able to tolerate the children as an adult. (Since, of course, I could barely stand them as my peers.) If anything, I always imagined teaching early elementary school children in the twilight of my working years so that I could inspire impressionable youth when it would be most effective. I still feel mostly the same way, except now I have more ideological constraints that prevent me from willfully being employed by that system besides my dislike of ignorant youth.
The other day, I audited an undergraduate course. During the break, I chatted with some of the first-year undergraduates. I discussed my situation, my ideologies, the reality of the educational system, the reality of the workforce, some studies, and how all of these factors came together as the ultimate reason why I made the choices I've made.
One young student appeared to be blown by my story. He began to relay information about his situation and his opinions and how some of the facts that I'd mentioned were very useful. I think I inspired him to follow-in my footsteps.
I guess I don't have to teach children to inspire impressionable youth.