ned, I cried: He knows the content of my oven bake.
I wanted to keep my infant yet the beating cause deflation of my cake. The social worker, my mother and Mr. Robinson discussing the awful wake. This school, the class, Mr. Robinson are the mediators for my sake. Spanish, Geometry, Biology, English, Music, Art and History, I now take. I want to excel, I want to excel in a world of high Stakes. With support and encouragement: I improve each semester with B's I make.
Graduation, career, marriage then baby: I am achieving as I complete each goal in my life.
I think of my instructor, coach and professor they deserve the credit for me not using my knife. I am a better person, mom and yes, even a better wife. Who could have known, in these classes teach. The lessons that caught my mind to reach. My daughter I do teach.
I was so surprise when she came running home: She averted "Mom I could spell a new word today. t-e-a-c-h-e-r." Then, my daughter continued to communicate, "I want you to meet her, she is better than my baby sitter." Mrs. Luciano is my favorite teacher.
