My State of the Union- How the first 100 days helped me through the next 80 and beyond.
Let me tell you a story- Every August since 1984 there has been a day filled with excitement, nervousness, and hope that has propelled me forward with a sense of what could be another year. Back in 1984, Westmore was different. It was very large, old building. I remember my kindergarten room having a large red carpet, tables off to the side, and toys that I wished I could take home. I remember making peanut butter in class, could you imagine that now? I remember gluing cotton balls onto paper to make a lamb, and letter people. I remember feeling like my teacher was so old she could be my grandma, and like my grandma she was soft-spoken until you went to far. I remember a lot snippets, but mostly I remember loving school. 2018-2019- No, that's not a typo. Like four-year-old me eager to get started with kindergarten, it wasn't long before I was conjecturing about first grade. So, even knee-deep into this year, I was already thinking about next year. Next year, I will do