When my grandmother was alive, she and I would spin the family globe and she would read me the names of "faraway places with strange sounding names". Madagascar, Mozambique, Lichtenstein, and Egypt. For my grandmother, reading about such exotic locales was sufficient, and she was voracious in her literary pursuits. Mere words on a page, while wondrous and evocative, are not enough for me. I remain that student traveler on the Grand Tour of Life, observer and participant. Perhaps because of all those adventures, not to mention all the books that shared other exciting aspects of life, I became a teacher. It is my objective to create a classroom where curiosity is alive and well, knowledge is cherished, and the future offers a myriad of possibilities.
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