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Hocus, Prospectus?

I have decided to name my mentor as  Charity Hensley-Pipkin because she is the most closely related to the work I have decided to do for my thesis (for now). My thesis will be on teacher perceptions of learning centers post-primary education. Basically, it is a really fancy wording for the question - why do teachers stop using learning centers after 2nd grade? Currently, I am writing my prospectus and the literature review is proving to be more challenging than I anticipated. I'm stressed about finishing it in time and with it being close to Halloween I'm kinda wishing I could cast a spell and make it be instantly finished. We will see what the week holds!

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