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| That's our girl with one of her besties, Kellen |
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| Senior student (an aspiring cancer cure discoverer) Amy helped the 5th graders. |
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| Assembly line workers in action |
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| Syan and Michael work at the funnel. Mrs. Barton (our daughter's assistant teacher) is shown on the left. |
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| Tutoring buddy Christian keeps them stocked |
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| Hardworking Zack takes a break |
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| My senior students catch flying sealed meals and pack them for shipping |
That last photo inspired me to write this little poem.
They solve stats problems with confident ease.
They think shooting 3-pointers is a breeze.
They catch every bag of food that's thrown.
They are reaping the harvest of faith well sown.
They stole my heart, though I tried to resist.
But work them I will, for they must persist.
School's not over; there's more to be learned.
A's are not given; they must be earned.
They stole my heart, though I tried to resist.
But work them I will, for they must persist.
School's not over; there's more to be learned.
A's are not given; they must be earned.







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