Miss Conlee

i recently taught a lesson on the parts of a friendly letter. days later i received this from one of my students:
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Dear Miss Conlee,
You are my favorite teacher. You are awesome Miss Conlee. You rock. How do you like Lincoln? Your handwriting is good. I like the smile faces that you put on my paper.
How long are you going to be here? Are coming back? How old are you? What is your favorite color? What your favorite song or band?
Your student,
Kailee
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things such as these make long days and countless hours worth it.
each one of them - are worth it.
and most days that is what they fail to believe.
and all i want them to know.

you are worth it.

here i am again.

days and weeks pass by as i continue this student teaching placement. learning what i am passionate about in teaching and finding it to be in areas outside of where i am now.

days are unpredictable. and a good day is evaluated by the number of office referrals we give to students. the number of times students swear at me. and whether or not anyone cries.

soon enough this placement will come to an end where another begins.
just yesterday i was informed of being welcomed to student teach in tanzania once more. over-whelmed that perhaps this round of excitement and anticipation may land me in the midst of what has been laid aside for now.
how can it be that i would go now?

perhaps it comes with an affirmation and eager notion to leave this place.
detach.
live.
soar.
and see freedom away and within.

welcome.