In the service of others
Which brings fulfillment to the worker,
Benefit to the community,
And glory to God.
John RW Stott
I chose my course of study very carefully. Both my parents were teachers, so I knew that I liked the vacation time. Both my parents were teachers, so I knew that I did NOT want to be a classroom teacher. Mom and Dad were excellent, amazing, wonderful teachers; the kind of teachers that students remember throughout their lives. But, wow, teaching is hard work!
I happened upon communication disorders as my major in an
odd way. I was an undeclared sophomore who was tending towards a math major.
Problem was, I was a mediocre math student. At best. Mediocre math majors can
really only go into teaching. I’m not saying that all math teachers were
mediocre students but I am saying that mediocre math majors can only go into
teaching. Or into some totally unrelated field. I already knew I didn’t want to
be a teacher, so that was out.
Along with my math classes, I was clearing as many general
ed requirements out of the way as possible, one of which was a “communication”
class. I didn’t want to take the intro class. I also didn’t want to take public
speaking. Not for the usual reason of reluctance to talk in front of large
groups but because I already felt quite comfortable speaking in front of large
groups. Then I saw a class called “Introduction to Communication Disorders.”
That sounded interesting and different. I thought I might actually learn
something.
And I did. I learned that communication disorders are
fascinating! Why can’t this 3-year-old pronounce the /r/ sound? Oh, that’s
pretty normal? Well then, why can’t this 8-year-old pronounce the /r/ sound?
Oh, that’s a problem? Well, how can it be fixed? Why is that poor guy
stuttering like that? Oh, no one knows why? Could be genetic? Or not? Well, how
can it be fixed? Why is this 80-year-old woman speaking clearly but not making
any sense? Oh, she just had a stroke? Probably with damage to the medial temporal
lobe? And now she has a fluent aphasia? Well, how can it be fixed?
So I dropped off my math classes (taking just enough to
complete a minor) and got my undergraduate degree in communication disorders,
followed by my graduate degree in speech-language pathology (an MS or MA in Com
Dis or SLP is the entry-level requirement for the field).
And that was that. I had a career. I could’ve chosen to
practice in a hospital or a rehab center, or I could’ve gone into a private
practice but instead I practice in the public schools. You know I liked my
parents’ vacation time? This was a perfect fit. I work in the corner of
classroom (shared by the resource specialist program, school psychologist, and
reading and ELD coaches) at one school and I have a tiny little office all to
myself at the other school. When I’m at preschools, I tote my supplies in a
cart and work on the floor in any space the school can give me.
I’m not passionate about my work. I don’t love my job. But
I’m interested in it. I know I’m pretty good at it. I still think communication
disorders are fascinating. And it fulfills Stott’s definition: I’m definitely expending energy in the
service of others, bringing benefit to the community, and giving glory to God.
And I find that all of this is fulfilling.
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