Growing up as a teacher's kid, you would think I would have wanted nothing more than to follow in my mother's footsteps. I even remember people saying, "Aw, you could just be a teacher like your mom!" You may be surprised to know....I honestly did NOT want to be a teacher from the beginning. Of course growing up with three sisters, we played school A LOT. But as soon as I saw the day-to-day life of my mom, an elementary school teacher, I quickly learned that being a teacher wasn't exactly as glamorous as our young minds had imagined. Being a teacher was much more than making red checkmarks on a page and giving directions to my willing, well-behaved sisters. I would frequent my mom's classroom after school. She was always working long after the last bell and always had a full bag flung over her shoulder as she left school each night. She would travel to one of our many school events, then come home and open her school bag to begin her work again, even in...