It's Easter break and I've survived my first term of teaching, my first term of full time grown up employment. How daunting to think of but such a satisfying feeling in hindsight, there have been no casualties or prisoners taken. I consider this a success.
Suggestions of what this could possibly say are welcomed.
Can I draw your attention to the fact that children this young include love in everything they write. They love their parents- reasonable, their siblings- sweet, their friends- precious, their teachers- so generous. It's an innocence I can't help but admire.