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A former student came up to me at the end of the year awards ceremony. She told me who she was and that I was the reason she was who she was. A success. Her brother had died the year I had her and she had a really hard year. She said I helped her get through that year with structure and laughter and lots of help. She never forgot me. I started crying. That is the reason I teach. To make a difference.
I am a wild, whacky, weird, wonderful woman and teacher. I am venturing into a previous life by teaching ELL this fall. I use to teach ESL years ago. I am excited, empowered, and employed. I love life.