To hear my Momma tell it, she planned to name me Elizabeth. But nine months of everybody and their Granny asking how Elizabeth was gettin’ along, and Momma took alternate suggestions. My big brother, Allan, offered up “Patricia” and apparently it stuck. Growing up at the base of the Tennessee mountains with two loving parents, a bunch of older siblings and some cats, Life was pretty sweet – a small town, hot dogs at the minimart, best friend a backyard away, and lots of people at the holidays.
Eventually I attended college, planning to be Michelle Pfeiffer from the movie, Dangerous Minds. My plan involved unleashing my educational superpowers on Boston. Yet right before graduation, I took a job in Columbia, SC instead. The principal at the time told me he had enough inner city for me right there, and I could always go to Boston later. He must have laughed to himself after our interview; he had just hired a very confident twenty-two year old white girl from Tennessee that got her degree from a college nicknamed “The Country Club of the South.” I was the fifth teacher that class had seen in four months; one teacher had a mental breakdown; and I was the one that survived.
So far at least, I have not made a career in Boston. Instead, I taught third grade, tutored a variety of subjects from high school math to basic reading, visited home-bound students, worked at a preschool, substituted in special education, assisted a retiring teacher, started a non-profit with friends, and even went to real estate school.
Today I spend my time teaching music while homeschooling two teenage boys as a single parent. It’s a whirlwind and it’s worth every. single. twirl. I could fill in lots of blanks, but I won’t spill it in our introductions.
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