I am a special education teacher. Each day I awake to my own theme song; it gets my blood pumping to begin my day. A peruse of my closet almost always ends up in me choosing my special red cape to accent my outfit of the day.
I might pair it with the Superman shirt I got with the big S emblem on the front, that I know really stands for special educator, and possibly those really special black sequined pants hanging so perfectly polished.
As I drive my DeLorean to school, I run through the checklist of what the day’s special lessons may entail: Stephen King coming in to kick off our ELA unit on horror, a midday trip to Boeing for a quick demonstration on airplane wing design to complement our math lesson about angles, comparing water
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