I started my career as a classroom teacher. I loved working with young children but opportunities took me out of the classroom and put me into another realm of education. I loved this work, too. I loved it enough to spend close to 14 years doing it.
When I first began graduate school, I assumed I would eventually end up in higher education. I just assumed that whatever I did would likely lead me down the path of becoming a faculty member at a university. But that didn’t immediately happen. Other opportunities lead me down different and exciting paths that I would have been a fool not to take.
Despite loving what I was doing, it was probably around the 13-year mark that I began to grow restless. I was at the top, there was no position above me to reach. I was starting to feel like my career needed a change.
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