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Every year 8th September is observed as International Literacy Day. On this special day I dedicate my poem â€˜A Favorite Teacherâ€™ to all the teachers as an acknowledgement and recognition of their valuable contribution in our life.
A seemingly normal procedure turns into an out-of-body, supernatural experience that leaves me feeling probed.
Characters from My Life As a Teenage Dhampyr
Novel | Updated Jul 20, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this out of anger, when I had realized no one understands my speach.
Reflections always brings the best of us. It is tool for life: A lesson that needs to be learned, not in school but in it's proper place at proper time.
By Leni Willson
It feels great when you belong to a Club, not so great when you feel you're an outsider.
Dedication-#1: Annie Legend, whose surname, if pronounced "En francais" would rhyme with the word "entendre" when properly pronounced "En francais, aussi!". (aussi = another double entendre.)
Dedication-#2: Someone, known only to myself, who may celebrate their 30th birthday during the month...
By Chase Keller
After watching 3rd grade students react to their DIBELS scores, which were posted in the classroom, I felt compelled to write this from a child's perspective. The probe is an indicator of a child's fluency rate and each student's score was marked on a chart for the whole class to see. If they...