About Me

Hello! To start off my name is Amber Jo Webber and I'm a freshman at Henderson State University, majoring in early childhood education. I knew I wanted to be a teacher since I was in the ninth grade, but I debated what kind of teacher for awhile. It started out as a special education teacher because I knew a few special needs children that would come to my church and I bonded with them, but a couple years later I just knew I didn't have the patience that is needed to work with special needs children. Then I changed to an early childhood teacher and I have no problems with this (that's why I ended up choosing it in the long run), but I struggled with wanting to be a high school teacher. So before finally locking in the decision to be an early childhood teacher, I wanted to be a family and consumer sciences teacher. The only reason I wanted to be a high school teacher would be the possibility of being a coach for cheer and dance, but I came to the conclusion that that shouldn't choose my career. 

To tell you about my life, it was definitely hard and I wouldn't wish it upon anybody. For awhile nothing bad had ever happened to me. I was just some girl that was an Army Brat that came from Alaska in second grade. Well in the summer of ninth grade the first bad thing happened to me on June 16, 2009, I was woken up by my brother, Brent, while I was sleeping at a friend's house. He gave me the news that my mother had passed away. Heartbroken because she was my ROCK that was there no matter what, I cried about it for months and to this day I still get very teary eyed when I talk about her. She was an incredible woman, she ran the nursery at my church, volunteered for anything and everything in my church and throughout the community, substituted at the elementary schools (because she never went to college), to be honest I still don't understand how she did it all. The final really hard thing I had to go through was on January 13, 2011, I was in the second semester of my sophomore year and I had cheered at a football game the night before, over the night I asked my grandmommie (my mom's mom and she lived with us) to borrow her little space heater. The next morning I went to return her heater and I found my granmommie dead, I didn't know what to do so in panic I ran out screaming so the rest of my family went to see what I was screaming about. Seeing two of my brothers react the way they did, I soon told myself that I was going to have to pull myself together. So I knew I had to call 9-1-1 and calmly state the situation and then I had to call my dad because he had already gone off to work. Eventually we started having close friends coming to check on us and I had hidden myself upstairs because my dad informed me that they would be transporting the body soon and I couldn't bring myself to be able to see that. Though these were only two deaths as some people would see, they have effected me dramatically and I had to grow up and be the mom of the house at times. My dad, all three brothers (Matthew, Brent, and Ryan), and I came together to support each other and build the strong relationship we have today.

My Mom

My three brothers

Brent, Ryan, Matthew, and me

My dad