As I was leaving work yesterday, lugging 8 years worth of teacher-hoarding to my car, I heard a baby bird in the tree outside our classroom. I stopped and looked up to see a mama bird teaching her little one to make its first flights from the nest. How appropriate, huh? It seems like nature is telling me that there is a season for everything, and right now is the season for change in my life and the lives of my students. I have to be patient and have faith that everything will turn out the way it should -- it's not something I can control.