Eleven years ago, there was a little girl who walked into Norwich Elementary with tears strolling down her face terrified of what was happening behing the door of the classroom. Today, she walked down the halls of Washington Elementary with a smile on her face wandering towards a different classroom, but with the same teacher behind its doors. That little girl was me. Maybe there were no tears shed, but I can't deny that I had butterflies. Walking into that classroom, I felt twenty one eyes peer from their books and onto my presence. They were attentively listening to a story read by my mentor, who's voice inflictions and facial expressions kept the children balancing on their toes. When the story was concluded, Mrs. Chamberlain, my mentor shared some inquiry questions, with which one of the struggling students shared an inference he found in the story without much help from anyone. Suddenly, a smile of pride was stitched onto his face, and he was thrilled to have picked up on connections at an advanced level. His "aha" moment wasn't something that a teacher could explain to him without giving away the answer, but it was something he discovered on his own, which shows the beauty of learning.
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