Are You sure?

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There are lessons to write. Units to plan. Curtains to sew. Papers to grade. A classroom to attend. MY classroom. I'm a teacher, a real live teacher! Why am I here? This isn't where I'm suppose to be. This wasn't in the sketch. No, no, no it's all wrong. Are You there? Are You sure?

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  1. The SaragonSeptember 2, 2013 at 11:04 PM

    You go girl, they are LUCKY to have you!

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  2. EMILY STARSeptember 3, 2013 at 3:34 PM

    You're doing a great job settling in there Tina! I watched you become and a better and better teacher over your years of college. I watched you FALL IN LOVE WITH TEACHING. So, I mean I can't speak for Him, but I feel like you're in a great place. :)

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  3. KatiSeptember 4, 2013 at 9:59 AM

    Tina! you are creating a new experience, a new life!!
    From what I have seen you were meant to be a teacher!!
    You are able to connect and reach those kids in ways others are not!!
    I love you! Keep believing you are there!!

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  4. AnthonySeptember 7, 2013 at 10:22 AM

    I'm here and sure.

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  5. Kandice from: TimeTwoTeachSeptember 23, 2013 at 10:06 PM

    I wish I could steal your doubt and help you see how undeniably needed you are. Teaching can be horrible. This year has given me much doubt and frustration but all you've got to do is pray that you'll be used. One day at a time Tina! 😘

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