Hey parents, it’s me, Sara. You don’t know this, but I have dreamt of being a teaching since I was five. I had to study my tail off for every A I got. I ran cross country, worked at McDonald’s, Target, and a little Italian joint through high school. I quit show choir to be a PST for a high needs child with autism my senior year. I worked almost full time through college and took a ridiculous amount of credits each semester to graduate early so I could get into the classroom. I met my best friend and husband in Winona. I left Wisconsin to be a teacher. I got hired by the husband who happened to be a principal who happened to be the spouse of a woman I happened to sub for while they were on vacation and she was impressed. I waitressed full time through student teaching (undercover, because holding a job wasn’t “allowed” while we did our teaching even though we weren’t getting paid)… I fell in love, got married, had a baby, and got tenure by the age of 23. I left my six week old at daycare because I didn’t have sick leave… I bought a house, had another baby, moved schools twice, and started grad school. I spent hours and hours in the weekends, nights, mornings, vacations planning, prepping, organizing, communicating with families. I have been On PTA, run meetings, graduated from grad school, coached soccer, been chair of the arthritis walk. I have struggled, cried, laughed, been sick. I have questioned my choices, worried about my impact, and made myself vulnerable. I have been judged as a teacher, a peer, and as a mother. I have worked at a marriage for ten years, been a mom for eight, a best friend for 30, and a teacher for 11 years. I am Ms. Bebeau, Mom, Sara, auntie, daughter, friend, wife and that girl who is always talking. I am a person, I am educated, I am a professional, I am silly. I am an artist with children and a communicator. I am a person who has chosen to be with your children not because I know all the answers or because I am the smartest but because I care about learning, I care about children, and I know it takes a village. I am a mom. I am a wife. I am a woman. I am a person. I am doing the best I can with the resources I have given the time I have, and I hope in this moment I can remind you of your strengths, struggles, passions and impacts.