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First rays of morning light hit my eyes,
and the blaring buzzing of my alarm stirs my senses. Drifting away from dreams of my fleeting summer and days free of lesson plans and staff meetings, I’m awakened to the thoughts of a new year. New students to meet and butcher their names. New stories and poems to open young minds. New opportunities to not only teach but also to laugh and learn. Pulling myself from the comfort of sleep, I look ahead to another year filled with grading and instruction, trickster tales and plays, new adventures and memories to brighten each day.
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