When I see the lightning bugs
from your desk and window,
I wonder if there are lightning
bugs up where angels fly.
When you see them,
do you think of me
as I dream of you
with every light
that ignites the dark?
By Rebecca T. Dickinson Poem copyrighted, 2021 by R.T. Dickinson
Published by Corrie's Mom
They say teacher turn over is high right now, and many teachers will leave the profession in five years or less. I will enter my seventh year as a full-time teacher, and my 12th year in education after I'd started as a sub and teacher assistant. I was the student in the 1990s you did not want in your classroom because I was diagnosed with ADHD and did not know how to socialize with other kids. I was due to be tested for autism, but this was considered an ostracizing experience for a child then, especially a girl. I am a third generation teacher and author of seventeen creative works.
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