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This week we represent the HIPPI-HOP kids! I have the privilege of working at a school that is legit...too legit to quit (hey hey!)

I came from a previous job that couldn't be more opposite than the current. My principal micro-managed her staff, and not to mention, the children (which bothered me most!) They are human beings, not robots. They are full of quirks and craziness, embrace it! Basically the last place was not a fit for me, and I was not at all a fit for them...too wild. I think my boss considered me an untamed horse...with too many clothes.Side note: The principal at my current school, which we call a "director" asked me what my last name was this morning. Awesome.

My current job allows me to have the most amazing next month ever. For the next two weeks I am heading up one of our "Intersession" teams with another hip hop enthusiast. We are taking a group of 27 students to an incredible dance studio to dance for the next 5 days from 10:30 in the morning to 3:30 in the afternoon! I feel like a teenage girl again...back at cheer camp where I'd dance all day and fail to ever pry the smile off of my red cheeks!

 Since we are not going to the studio for classes today, I will be teaching a routine to our kids! Are you kidding me? I feel like I shouldn't even be paid to do this! After these two weeks of Intersession, we have something even better...where (although I love kids of course) there will be no children, nothing but silence, and free time. Yes that's right, I will have 2 weeks of SPRING BREAK! If I were a logical gal I'd be bummed because I won't be getting paid for those two weeks...but I'm NOT. I'll enjoy my time immensely and the lack of a paycheck will figure itself out of course.

Lovin' life.

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