Why do teachers teach?Throughout my middle and high school career, I developed a love for teaching. Specifically, I love teaching music as much as I love playing and learning it. My whole world for the last eight years has revolved around music and how I could develop as a musician and further my education to one day teach music. I never really understood why I wanted to teach until my senior year of high school, and since then I have had a good understanding of why teachers teach and what drives them to go above and beyond for their students. Seeking more information about why teachers work their magic, I ended up interviewing three of the most influential teachers I've had on the course. Sure, you can appreciate music or have great taste in music, but you have to have the burning passion to play, compose, learn and teach music. Now, I'm not talking about the burning sensation you get after eating spicy foods, or when you get nervous. I'm talking about the gagging, gut-punching feeling you get because you feel so strongly about what you're doing or participating in. After serving as drum major for my high school marching band, I found that the feeling I had as the band held out the last note and as the audience cheered at the end of another great show, was the most rewarding feeling. I've ever tried. I was using my passion and love for music to make the band better, which then made the audience respond explosively after our show, which then made me realize I want that feeling for the rest of the show. my life. It is an endless circle, which produces a wonderful feeling only in teachers with passion. Most of the teachers I have met grew up with parents who were teachers or were inspired as students by great teachers who made their students want to be just like them. In my case, I grew up without a musical background or a teaching background. Both my mother and father never attempted or had ambitions to play music or teach. Needless to say, I had many teachers who supported me and pushed me to do what I loved. I started playing guitar at the age of nine and when I started middle school I joined a band. I couldn't wait to play percussion. I wanted to be the loud, annoying snare drum in the back that everyone hated. When rehearsal days came, I went in and completely bombed my chances. I had no rhythm and no sense of time. My director then encouraged me to try something else. I approached the trumpet and after struggling to even hold it properly, I decided that the trumpet wasn't for me. Now devastated and on the verge of tears, I had considered giving up. What I wanted to play I wasn't good at and I didn't find any other instrument interesting. My director then pointed me in the direction of a long, thin silver tube with some keys. “The flute?!” I growled at him, questioning his opinion. The flute is not the instrument for me. The flute is for rich girls who think they are so beautiful and flawless because they play the flute. My director smiled and said, “Just give him a chance.” I took it and with