I really love teaching. How else would I get to ask questions that lead to answers I hear that sounds like this? And where else would I get to wait patiently to see how long it takes someone to notice what I write? My job is like getting paid to be an ass.
Since I never saw the value of getting my certification, I don't even make enough to register on this chart showing how ICSD teachers are going to be leaving other educators in our region behind if we accept working more hours.
Awww. Unplanned outfits meet up in the hall.
Lauren and I did no planning for our outfits, or the class we taught on Halloween. We're sure the kids learned a thing or two.
Way back in 2012, I stood in this very spot wearing roughly the same outfit (same banjo anyway). A ninth grader stopped in her tracks and said she'd always wanted to play banjo. That's how I got to teach something worthwhile.
Mo went on to attend UB and became a Bills fan. Now she lives in Atlanta and attended her first pro football game and learned the lesson all Bills fans get at some point: They lose a lot of games they should have won.
The next banjo student? Jeanna's mother went to a psychic at some point and was told she'd have a daughter that played banjo. Who am I to deny fate?
Nano and Will Mu haven't taken up the banjo, yet, but they still drop by and visit once in a while.
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