I'd love to perfect first grade, but knowing that's not remotely possible, I really am content with the knowledge that there will always be more to become. Most of the time, like Regie, I welcome this fact. Then there are the rare moments, like the one I'm in now, possibly induced by the most stressful and draining time of the year, where my ever-growing-must-improve-me list of better teaching practices can seem quite daunting. Sometimes I just feel like a mediocre teacher disguised as an exceptional one. I've pulled the wool over everyone's eyes, and they wrongly perceive me as better than I really am at this thing called teaching. I say that not to induce an onslaught of pats on the back. I say it because, well, I'm normal. I struggle at times with myself and my weaknesses. In hopes of not sounding too much like a pout pout fish though, on this 20th year of teaching, I do have so much to be thankful for. In the midst of all the improvements on my wish list, I can't help but be so deeply grateful for 20 years of becoming that has brought me to this place. I have come a long way. The process isn't always comfortable, but I know it's worth it.