Born in southern California, but reared in the north in Santa Rosa,
CA, the first seventeen years of my life were largely uneventful,
happy for the most part, and spent in a stable household with
loving parents.

College life brought me south again to San Diego in 1974, and
except for a four-year period pursuing my first teaching job and a
new marriage in Calexico, CA, I have been here since.

I have wanted to be a teacher since the first week of
kindergarten, when I absolutely fell in love with Mrs. Osborn and
wanted to be just like her.  Other kids played house; I played
school.  My three younger siblings spent their Saturdays in a
makeshift outdoor schoolhouse my father made for us plowing
through lessons for their various ages and skills.  I knew about
differentiated instruction even back then!  Report cards came at
the end of every weekend.  Oh, those days were glorious!  
Students were very well-behaved, and if they weren't, then the
big sister role came in handy for discipline.

We all survived, though, and learned a lot in the process.  At
eleven, I became the youngest Sunday School teacher at my
church, never relating well to my peers in my own class.  All of
these experiences brought me to Point Loma College where I
received my credential in 1978.  After teaching in Calexico for
four years, I came to San Diego and got a job at a high school,
where I have been ever since.

Two sons later and one new marriage later,  I am finishing
graduate school at SDSU.  Life is good.

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