At the start of each English class, I feel like I'm climbing aboard the big, bright train that takes my students and me for refreshing rides each day. I plan precise lessons for each class, but I can't help but believe that something besides my brain brings us through the good land of learning. I feel like some kind of colossal engine far ahead of us is always working with smoothness and muscle to make the learning happen. All the kids and I have to do is get aboard and watch for the wonders.
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