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Karma
One of the inestimable pleasures of having been a teacher is living in the same town as many of my former students, and getting to see them grow into really delightful young men and women. I called one of them to babysit for us tonight and discovered that she was just as precious now as she was three years ago, and I couldn't have asked for a more trustworthy, capable, or sweet babysitter for the Bean. AND she's a junior...two more years!
After I picked her up we started talking about school, etc, and I mentioned I thought I might go back to teaching after the Bean is in kindergarten, and she said, "I hope you do, you are a great teacher. You made me love history."
She's now taking AP U.S. history, making straight As and wants to go to Stanford. I couldn't have asked for a more gratifying twist of karma.
by at September 09, 2005 9:32 PM
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