So, some of you may wonder what it is that makes me the fly mom that I am. Where did this name even come from, and why was it chosen?
Or, maybe you haven’t wondered, and you may have just assumed that this blogger is a bit whack and… whatever, just go with what the crazy lady claims.
You’re not TOTALLY off in that, but I’m going to explain the full story anyway.
It all starts at the school that I taught at two schools ago. I was one of 13, yes 13 English teachers in a department for 9-10th graders alone. We had a major clearing out of the department, and a bunch of fresh, young teachers replaced them. While I loved my elder co-workers and their invaluable experience and mentoring, I was pumped for some people closer to my own age. It was awesome, and all that I had hoped that it would be. I was getting much more comfortable in my skin as a teacher, and I guess as a person in general, which can only mean one thing.
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