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C.Z.


It is funny the things you remember from your childhood. I clearly remembering coming home from school knowing one day I would be a teacher.  As the years passed and my experiences grew, so to has my view of teaching changed. However, one thing has remained constant, I love being a teacher!

Every class you teach is full of unique individuals with their own quirks. The first day of school everyone is nervous, especially me. I look at my group of students and wonder how am I going to learn all their little quirks to be able to touch their lives to leave a positive lasting impression. How am I going to help them to discover who they are so they may reach their full potential? How am I going to help these children feel that they are a wonderful and valued addition to our class? Through a lot of work, spending oodles of time with them, being observant and creative there is always a point in the year when I see that my students blossom. Nothing is more rewarding than seeing a student who struggles with confidence discover a talent they never realized they possessed and proudly share it with the world. Or to see a shy student take a risk by speaking in front of the class, knowing this is a safe environment. There are no words to describe such a moment.

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