I was where I usually am when an important or new idea strikes: in the shower. For whatever reason, I thought about my student teacher from last year, Sarah. She did a brilliant job. She was a carbon copy of me, so of course she was brilliant.
The phone rang earlier this afternoon. It was Sarah. She called to let me know that she got a job teaching fourth grade, like me, in the next city to the north. I am thrilled. We talked for a while, and I let her know that I would always be there for her, and she could call or email if she had any questions about curriculum or anything else she might have a question about. I'm very happy for her, and I know she'll do a great job. She was meant to do this.
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