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Tue, 31 Mar 2026 10:51:05 +0000

The brass bell of St. Thomas rang out—ting-ting-ting—a sound that usually meant the end of the day for my students, but for me, it was just the start of my second shift. I stood at my desk, watching the beautiful chaos of the 8th graders. The frantic zipping of bags and the scraping of chairs always made me smile. It was the sound of life.