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Helping out in a kinder class. Awesome!


 I am posting my
cakes, and cakes,
and everything nice from the kinder class of
Miss Teacher
Gorgeous. I got
warm hugs from
little hands, and
smothered with
kisses. I will remember you.
Thank you very much!




















































I love you all!

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Gladiola Building, la Trinidad, July 2008.
It was certainly fun and productive being a
teacher, even if for me, it was an accidental teaching stint.
It was delightful meeting very energetic young people who
love to teach!
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