“I NEVER want to be a teacher…but if I did I would be a high school math teacher.” Those words are burned in my memory, floating in a thought bubble, over a picture of myself daydreaming in Mr. Wagner’s algebra class freshman year.

What is it about that memory that has stayed with me this long? It’s like a foreshadow in a book or movie where the reader/ audience knows what will happen later but the character is completely oblivious.

Here I am in my 12th year of teaching (1st and 2nd grade- not high school) and know in my heart it is exactly where I belong.

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