As I lay in bed this morning, sleeping in to the delicious hour of 6:50, I allowed myself to sift through all the mental stacks of paper that need sorting out, but I haven't yet had the time to arrange. Christmas presents still to be mailed, what to do with my kids the next couple of days. My five year old sons pitter-pattering feet in the hall temporarity interrupted my reveries, but he climbed in to snuggle with me and quickly dozed off.
So what did my mind drift to next in such a rare moment of unrushed freedom? My students. After all, I am a teacher, and that is what we do, like moths to the flame (or insert a more pleasant simile here).
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