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March 5, 2008
Rachel, a shy, awkward 8th grade girl wrote a really honest, angry, and sad poem about her absent mother. She was excited to read it to the class and was one of the first to volunteer to share. She held back tears as she read, swallowing sobs between stanzas. Her voiced cracked on particularly moving lines. The class watched in silence. When she was finished reading, they erupted into enthusiastic applause. It was probably the first time they had heard something that honest and emotional in class. The smile on Rachelís face was beautiful. Thatís why I became a teacher.