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When your caught, be honest.

 Everyone screws up. Everyone breaks the rules, and everyone makes mistakes. I think it is what you do about it, once you realize you've screwed up, that makes you an honest person, or not. So if your caught, admit it, apologize for it (if your sorry) and if you agree to not do it again, then don't. Live up to your word and you can still be respected right? NO ONE is perfect and I don't claim to be by any means. As a teenager, I made mistakes, as a mother I have made even more. All I can do, is try to improve through each mistake and become better. I'm trying and that says something!

 Hannah started school today. The others go back Monday. Wow. Bailey is no longer in the little "safe" charter school. He wanted to try out "regular" public school this year. Promise has done much better, you can see it in her benchmark scores for sure! So hopefully Bailey thrives as well. He's ready for a change and I felt that this year, would work better than next since EVERYONE in his grade will be new to the school as its the first year of Middle school.

 And my first born, a JUNIOR this year? Really? Promise is almost in Highschool as well. Its just crazy. They were in diapers just yesterday I swear it. Time flies and its not slowing down anytime soon. I need to go dye my hair. :)

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