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My Future


Waiting, waiting, waiting is what I did Thinking I was never good at anything even as a kid. I always wanted to find my niche Maybe one day I’ll learn how to stitch? What could I possibly do? I really didn’t have a clue, I mean I already knew how to tie my shoe. I thought long and hard what I could be Then it all became clear to me, After I taught a child to learn their ABC’s I felt my excitement grow At this time I truly did know… A teacher is what I was born to be Finally I am good at something…Whoopie!
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Kaihla44
I wrote this going into my first year of school. I am now a student teacher working with preschool students, I couldn't be happier.

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