What I Wish I Could Say To My First-Year-Teacher Self

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As I looked through those dusty old pictures, faded after years spent in a moth-eaten box in the garage, so many memories came flooding back. Suddenly I was back at that little red brick school in north Texas, 22 years old, fresh out of college and clueless about what I wanted to do with my life. I had never planned on being a teacher, but somehow after one interview and a day and a half of observing another teacher, I found myself alone with a class of 16 kindergarten and first graders. I didn’t even know how to write a lesson plan.