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SOL31....No More Slicing!

Yes, I am publishing this eight hours too late. I scheduled it to be published and forgot to check that it actually published...I'm sorry.
     As I pulled up Blogger online, I realized today would be the last day for our Slice of Life challenge. We had all worked so hard over this past month. The kids. Myself. Other teachers. Everyone had put in so much effort writing a slice every day, commenting, sharing... It was odd to think that when we got back from break it would no longer be a discussion or a daily activity.
     I logged in and browsed back through all of my posts from this past month. Doing dishes, making popcorn, walking with Charlie... I'd really written about everything. I was proud of myself. This is the first year I've ever had a blog or worked with students on blogging. The kids have been great all year blogging twice a week, if not more. I have not been so great. I told myself at least once a week, and I almost always failed. The idea of writing ev…
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