saddle up.
I'm Lauren. These are my ramblings of a first-year 4th grade teacher in the Music City, trying to combat educational inequity, and loving every minute of it.
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Photo reblogged from My Path Unwinding
My dreams most certainly scare me. Too big, too many. My biggest fear is knowing about my dreams, and all I want to do, but not actually doing it. That to me would be the ultimate failure.
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- trying to explain to 9 year olds that people from Holland, or the Netherlands, are called Dutch only for them to ask me if they were from Asia.
- students asking if the 13 colonies were real or you know, just a story that is in our history book.
-questions whether the English (who colonized Jamestown and Roanoke) spoke our language: American
-whether i had any indentured servants presently working for me.
- thoughts that the most important thing that you would need to bring with you on your two month journey to the New World in 1606 should include your cell phone and lip gloss.
Tomorrow: deciphering the Mayflower Compact into common terms and why the document established the first democratic government of the colonies. Oh my, who knows what will be said.
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Post reblogged from everything adventurous
truth.
That awkward moment the Monday after Bonfire. Everyone saw you naked-well does pasties and body count?
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honey boo-boo child!
“I’m Alana. I’m 6. And I’m a beauty queen.” Yes you are honey. Yes. You. Are. And with the above clip, your tumblr’s interest in Toddlers & Tiaras is finally piqued. Alana, ladies and gentlemen, is today’s spirit animal.
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Thanks for the follow! It's great to meet a first-year teacher! I'm a music ed student at the moment. :)!
Asked by redheadedbelle
so great! and you’re welcome.
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Photo reblogged from Bright-Eyed, Bushy-Tailed
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I wondered aimlessly around New York City with my best friend while drinking and dancing through bars only to end up in Harlem with “actors” who then paid a man in a Mazda to drive us home at sunrise. After our return to Manhattan, we found out that we had been locked out of our place and waited patiently (and drunkenly) for hours and hours inside a McDonalds until we could finally sleep off our horrible hangovers.
New Years 2012, please be good to me.
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