Why do teachers teach? Throughout my years in middle school and high school, I developed a love for teaching. More specifically, I love teaching music just as much as I love playing and learning. My entire world over the past eight years has revolved around music and how I could develop as a musician and further my education to one day teach music. I never really understood why I wanted to teach until my senior year of high school, and since then I've gained a good sense of why teachers teach and what drives them to go above and beyond. of their students. While searching for more information about why teachers work their magic, I ended up interviewing three of the most influential teachers I've had over the years. Of course, you can love music or have good taste in music, but you have to have a burning passion to play and compose. , learn and teach music. Now, I'm not talking about the burning sensation you get after eating spicy foods or when you get nervous. I'm talking about the intestinal vomiting, the punch-in-the-stomach feeling that one gets because they are so attached to what they are doing or what they are participating in. After serving as drum major for my high school marching band, I discovered that the feeling I had as a The band held its last note and while the crowd applauded as we finished another fantastic show, it It was the ultimate gratifying feeling I have ever felt. I was using my passion and love for music to make the band better, which then made the crowd react in an explosion after our show, which then made me realize that I wanted that feeling for the rest of my life. life. It is an endless circle, which produces a wonderful feeling only by passionate teachers. Most of the teachers I have met either grew up with parents who were teachers or were inspired as students by great teachers who made their students want to be like them. In my case, I grew up without musical training or educational training. My mother and father never tried or had any ambition to play music or teach. Needless to say, I had many teachers who supported me and pushed me to do what I loved. I started playing guitar at nine years old and when I got to middle school, I joined a band. I couldn't wait to play percussion. I wanted to be the loud, annoying snare drum in the back that everyone hated. When the tryout days came, I went and completely blew my chances. I had no rhythm or sense of time. My director then encouraged me to try something else. I walked over to the trumpet and after struggling to hold it correctly, I decided the trumpet wasn't for me. Now devastated and on the verge of tears, I thought about giving up. What I wanted to play I wasn't good at and didn't find any other instrument appealing. My manager then directed me to a long, thin silver tube with keys. “The flute?!” I growled at him, questioning his opinion. The flute is not the instrument for me. The flute is for rich girls who think they are so beautiful and perfect because they play the flute. My manager smiled and said, “Give him a chance.” » I picked it up and with it