On the eve of another school year I wonder what feelings I will be left with at the end of the year. What will be the memories that I share? The ones that make me laugh? Cry? Get angry? What will this year's class be known for? What will they remember me by?
Last year's class is the one that dared. The one that spoke out honestly and got stronger because of it. The kids that loved school and loved me and I loved them back, in awe of their energy and enthusiasm. I wonder what this year will bring, I wonder what will move me, what i will share with you. I cannot wait to find out.
Last year's class is the one that dared. The one that spoke out honestly and got stronger because of it. The kids that loved school and loved me and I loved them back, in awe of their energy and enthusiasm. I wonder what this year will bring, I wonder what will move me, what i will share with you. I cannot wait to find out.
