When I Grow Up

Yale opens many doors, but doesn’t help us pick.

A fork in the road on Old Campus. Perhaps I will be a teacher when I grow up. I taught this summer—and it was wonderful. There was Ryder, who’s tiny, and writes with neat handwriting, and Jenna, who walks that fine line between popular and kind. There’s Raheem, who, at eleven years old, is an adorable lump, and Jorge, who doesn’t know how to be cool, who has the most earnest eyes and the most staggering optimism. When you’re a teacher, each day brings rollicking. . . Read more
Kate Selker