Hello again, blog readers. Here is another write-in, by the incomparable Becca Rosenberg (who is, incidentally, serving her second year at FWPS AmeriCorps). Enjoy!
“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”
My AmeriCorps story began in April of 2011, at the end of my student teaching semester. After experiencing an extremely emotional transition from classroom aide to lead teacher, I had no confidence in my abilities and was scared that I had made a terribly expensive mistake by enrolling in a Masters in Teaching program. Instead of feeling prepared to develop my own classroom, I wanted to run home and apply to the nearest coffee shop. But that did not happen. Instead, during a moment of restlessness brought on by a mere two days of hiding out at my parents’ house, I discovered the AmeriCorps homepage. Here I am, exactly one year later, with a completely different attitude about my work, newfound confidence in my abilities, and a fresh outlook on my values and goals. Now, it is not about feeling ready to teach, it is about choosing to serve and about viewing the past as a learning experience instead of as a point of regret. I did not initially expect to do AmeriCorps for a second year, but I have found the perfect confluence between my passion for education and my desire to make a difference in my community. Because of this, I am pursuing another year serving in schools as an academic tutor, mentor, and volunteer recruiter/coordinator.
There are so many moments – both seemingly small and undeniably huge – that have shaped my AmeriCorps story. I will try to express some of them as compactly, but impact-fully, as possible. Here are some snapshots:
It was 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday. It was freezing. I was working at an elementary school track meet and was in charge of wrangling thirty 3rd-5th grade boys while they waited to do the long jump. To keep them preoccupied, I started to ask them if they knew my team members. Every time I mentioned someone’s name, eyes lit up and smiles appeared. One boy shouted at the top of his lungs from the back of the bleachers, “I get to work with Miss Christina during my recess!” I am pretty sure only my coworkers could make staying inside for recess that wonderful.
more inspirational words after the jump!

