“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Photo by Dimitri Caceaune)
When I decided to be a teacher, it wasn’t because I wanted to be treated like the rest of my life was insignificant. It was because I knew my entire life had enough significance to make an impact, despite not being treated as such.
::begins slow clap::
This is how I’m feeling right now. Never thought I’d count down till break, but I desperately need some good rest.
Ditto. I almost want to print this and put it on my desk somewhere. Good gracious. 5 more days, and one’s a half-day. We can do it.