As the last two weeks of summer went by, I met with old and new teaching colleagues. I reminisced over dinner with a teacher who taught across the hall from me at the school I left last year. I laughed over lunch with a nurturing and seasoned paraprofessional from that school. And I sent back-to-school packages to students from last year’s class, piecing together some books, erasers, and pencils. What did I realize? It’s difficult to move on. Especially as a new teacher.
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Parents sue Bucknell alleging hazing led to freshman football player's death
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Freshman Calvin "CJ" Dickey Jr., died after his first practice at the
university. His parents are suing the school, also alleging staff neglected
to accoun...
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