(1/2) "This is my eighth year. My first year, I didn't know how exhausted I would be. How giving yourself to so many different people would drain you. At the end of the day, I just wanted to eat ice cream."
(2/2) "I was teaching kindergarten. We were going to lunch, and this girl had a foul look on her face--nose scrunched up, arms crossed. We got down to the cafeteria and she put this big smile on her face, and raised her hand really straight up in the air. I came over, and she goes 'Do you know what I want to be when I grow up? A mean teacher, just like you!' "