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Meaningful Monday



While reading for one of my classes (I know, unusual isn't it.) I read an article about working with primary age students. This lead my brain to think of friends (in the most abstract form) at the daycare that I worked. Because my brain switches gears quickly it lead me to think about my friends that went through the Elementary Education Program with me (most of us graduated with our dignity and sanity intact, the jury's still out on me). This caused a flood of memories that were sparked by blogs and yearbooks of this amazing group. I know that I would not be the person you see today (this is were you have a pleasing picture of me in your head, STOP LAUGHING!). Here are some memories to remember.













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Kateenie said…
Those are some of my most favorite memories.
November 8, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Deneille said…
Wow seeing this brought back so many great memories. Good times in the Red Cohort!
November 9, 2010 at 5:23 AM
Callahan's said…
Fun to see those pictures! Thanks for posting them :) Hope you are doing well!!!
November 27, 2010 at 7:57 PM
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