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From the poster I was awarded at the Leading with the Heart celebration:

     When you think of someone Leading with the Heart, you might ask, “What does that mean?” and “What does that look like in the life of a person?” Our Mandie Victor, a seventh and eighth grade Language Arts teacher at Benson Middle School, lives her life with her heart as her guide. She loves our students, even those she doesn’t teach. She gives up her planning period every day to work with students who need academic as well as personal support.
    
     There is no better way to describe her than through the heartfelt words of one of her students, written to her and about her. “You’re a powerful woman. With an open heart, you’re phenomenal at what you do. You’re beautiful inside and out. You’re a loving mother, a loving teacher, and a loving person. Everything you do helps lead people into doing good. You never have anything bad to say. You always have a big smile on your face. You’re very energetic with us. You put smiles on everybody’s faces. You make people feel good about themselves even when they are having the worst day ever. You’re a dependable, hardworking worman that can conquer anything you want in life. Everything about you is pure gold. You’re just flat out AMAZING!”
 
     Benson Middle School is proud to name Mandie Victor as the Benson Middle school 2010-2011 Leading with the Heart Award recipient.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    WOW MANDIE. WHAT AN HONOR. YOU MUST FEEL SO PROUD. TAKE CARE. LOVE YOU. MARGUERITE

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