I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer.

Teachers must be celebrated for moving civilization from ignorance to enlightenment, from apathy to responsibility.

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes-each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands.

Thoughts need words. Words need a voice.

Words. I'm surrounding by thousands of words. Maybe millions...Deep within me, words pile up in huge drifts. Mountains of phrases and sentences and connected ideas. Clever expressions. Jokes. Love songs...I have never spoken one single word. I am almost eleven years old.

It can connect us to memories. It can influence our mood and our responses to problems we might face.