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Isn't that text-lingo for something?

Well, in my case, it's a bit of a surprise, something not unbelievable but rather, "How did I get here?" Maybe a bit of deja vu?

On two warm winter evenings last week, there I was standing before a classroom full of teenagers--real, live teenagers. High school seniors! How long has it been? I don't even want to think about that.

You're probably wondering how I got into that situation.

The Ultimate Magic

The ultimate magic in teaching didn’t happen for me until several years into my career.

Garrett, a fifth grade boy, kept a handball, rubber bands and paperclips in his pocket just in case. He never took less than ten minutes for a drink break, even though the fountain was right outside our door, because he had to patrol the hall to check on all the other classes, somberly reporting to me any child, in any room, he caught misbehaving. He had trouble reading unless he paced.