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As a second year teacher, there is no lack of changes that need to be made for the next year. I am glad there are as many years as there are to improve. I feel sorry for the students in these early years. They are getting my mistakes and regrets and the beginning of ideas. It is difficult to explain to them that, much like anything else, this requires practice and time. There are so many ideas that just cannot be brought to fruition in the time and ability with which I am currently working. I now have a closer understanding of why laws take so long to pass, or medicines approved, or men to the moon. I started out the year concentrating my efforts in the one particular area of classroom management. I would like, now that much has been cultivated concerning that, in the future to incorporate certain projects, through painting, crafts, poetry, and filmmaking. There is one particular idea of having students make a short film about the life of Emiliano Zapata, the Mexican revolutionary. As time pressurizes, and the length of the year draws out its burdensome clamp, I look around and try to remember these ideas in between maintaining a legitmate classroom environment, academic and behavioral. I forget. Where’s that scene where Zapata is in a field, watching the sun move quickly now in the west, its light sliding narrowly through the shadowcast crops? Where did I put that?