The “Accidental” Teenage Teacher

Had I always been a teacher’s pet? Yes. 

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Did I ever want to be a teacher myself? No. Never.

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It’s funny how a casual living room conversation with my grandmom about teaching, became a living reality for me. My first class at 17 after losing an unlikely bet with her that day, has won me over a decade of the most priceless moments with kids of all ages. Now a proud teacher having taught 700+ young artists, there is nothing else I’d rather be.

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Taking a cue from my design school learnings, I believe that to be an artist one must be able to visualize, generate original ideas, have an opinion, invent a style that reflects oneself, and have the willingness to be a changemaker. Being able to draw or paint well is just a bonus.