Teaching.

Holding 25 minds in the palm of my hand—

Bright, eager faces—like sunflowers,

Following my every movement.

Hostile, angry eyes challenging me to

Disappoint them,

Yet again.

Open, curious minds, hoping to tread

On new territory.

Trusting, yet, nervous, souls—

Awaiting the unknown,

Wondering if they will succeed.

Yes, let me help you.

Yes, let me guide you through a year

To find yourself at the end of a

Rainbow.

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