As teachers here, there have been many days which feel like plodding through the mud. We have said "f, j, space" thousands of times over the last three months. "Second finger for j, second finger for f" has been another chant. It has often felt hopeless, and we have kept pushing forward in the dark, believing that they will catch on.
There are no words to express how it feels to watch your students teaching others, coaching them with the words you have said thousands of times, swelling with the pride and potential that you always believed they had.
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