When I am laying (or more like squeezing myself into) Lydia or Waylon's (my 4 and 2 year old) toddler sized beds at 3:30 am when they are just more then happy to be awake, my mind drifts to thinking about school. I imagine a classroom where the students speak kindly, share, smile, and are busy working even when their teacher had to handle another matter. In my state of being in and out of sleep I think maybe this can only be a teacher's dream, but then I come and watch this class and I realize (on most days) they do this. I think of how they are daily rising to my expectations and the promise that we daily read. As they said...If we can read it we can do it!
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