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Teaching in a Title 1 school is a crazy thing. I've talked about it a little bit here, but you truly do not understand until you actually are a part of it yourself. Yesterday was the last day of Quarter 3, meaning it's the last 3 week track out break before the end of the school year. I am having many mixed emotions and have been discussing all of them with the other teachers on the 7th grade hallway. One of them (who I respect deeply as a teacher and as a person) made a post about a puzzle on Facebook that really hit me hard. I wanted to include some of her story here, because like I said, it's hard for people to understand what it's like teaching at a Title 1 school. This story really encapsulates how I feel, so here it is. "To some people this may be an ordinary puzzle. It's missing 2 pieces, which may drive some people to the point of insanity. But to me, this puzzle holds hope.  I work in a Title 1 school. Working in any school holds its own unpredictabili...

 Recently I have been thinking about confidence. This is something that I have excelled at but have also extremely struggled with throughout my life. It also involves one of my most terrible memories (and best memories) of growing up. So let's sort through my thoughts.  When I was little, being confident was one of my strongest personality traits. I always thought I was the smartest in the class (and if I wasn't, I knew I would become it). I got perfect grades in everything I did. I was super competitive in the sports I played, and knew that I was an asset to my team. I also wanted to play every sport and be the best.  When I think of confidence, I always think back to my dad. He's the type of parent that always told me about all the amazing things about me and I always believed him. Maybe I took it to heart because I was more of a daddy's girl, but he's also just like that. No matter what stage of life I was in, he always had that constant awe about me and who I wa...