Hope. It's a funny ol' word that stirs up varying emotions in different circumstances. Though some may call it wishful thinking, for me, Hope has often proved herself to be one of the most powerful little words in my possession. The instant her presence is noted she cannot be wished away. Instead she transforms the outlook of everyone and everything she comes in contact with. Without a single iota of change to a situation, she appears and switches up entire atmospheres. She embodies life, invokes courage, empowers change. As you might be able to tell, I'm quite a fan of hope. However, of late, I've found her quite elusive. It's been a rough week. Through a combination of events that were no one's fault in particular, I've been dealing with the challenge of adjusting to a new curriculum in a new country with vastly difference procedures, systems and approaches to doing things from how I am accustomed. I have 200 students' names to learn, ...
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