Last night a group of us decided that it would be fun to go bowling – sort of change up the pace of things.  With ten of us, we reserved two lanes next to each other and began to play.  I warned my friends that I was probably terrible at bowling, as I had not been since I was much younger.  It turned out to be a great time and all parties involved enjoyed themselves.  I actually surprised myself and was not half bad!  

Throughout the many games we played, I could not help noticing the adorable boy bowling with his parents next to us.  He looked very young and could barely wrap his arms around the bowling ball, and yet, he was still having the time of his life.  When he threw the ball down the lane, it barely rolled, and took a few minutes to reach the pins (if it reached the pins at all).  I noticed that when his ball reached the pins, he was ecstatic.  The emotions that he showed by playing just a simple game of bowling touched my heart.  This experience only strengthened my desire to begin working in the classrooms with young children.  After watching the child bowl for a few minutes, I introduced myself to him and told him that I thought he was an excellent bowler.  I talked to his parents a bit and explained that I am majoring in Education at the College of William and Mary.  I know that this seems a bit creepy, but somehow we got into the subject of my field placement and the grade levels that I wanted to teach.  As it turns out, I just received my field placement last week and I am teaching grade three at a medium-sized suburban elementary school.  Crazily enough, this young boy was in Kindergarten at the same elementary school that I was placed into.  It’s a small world, huh?  Just meeting a child that I might teach in the future was astounding.  After receiving my field placement and meeting this child who I might run across at my elementary school, I have finally realized that my life as an educator is beginning.