I am three months into my fifth year of teaching. They say the first five years are fundamental. They are hard, draining, challenging and will determine whether or not you are really cut out for this gig. I have been told time and time again that I am a gifted teacher, that I have an incredible amount of patience and love, that I truly understand ( Read more... )

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When the road is winding, and the music's blaring, and the rain is making spider-webs on the windshield, and the wipers are screeching, and my ears are popping, and the mountains are breathtaking, and we are making plans, and we are dreaming dreams, and you are smiling at me with that impossible smile; I know I am exactly where I am meant to be.

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And there are nights that turn into days
where we lie side by side
with limbs draped over limbs
and fingers intertwined
and the syllables and words and sentences
that spill out of our mouths
form continuous conversations
that are only interrupted when your lips touch mine.

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