I used to be excited before school. I would get up and spend my mornings thinking about what to say, how to make interesting connections between authors to make the learning process more interesting. My students were making progress. They started reading more (not always the books I wanted them…

I'm not sure how to start my story and if I actually have something to tell… Its a paradox of some kind that we all experience when we know we are unique and special, but at the same time that “special feeling” doesn't make us feel any better. On the contrary, we find ourselves captives of our own imagination where we can build a whole world, but accidentally forget to build ourselves into the story.