My main frustration today: apparently I'm going to be a student FOREVER. And never a teacher. It makes me very very very sad.
At least I can knit on the side.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Mean Kids
Kids are so mean. As a teacher's aide, I don't know what to do about this. If I hear a comment, I can say, "Hey, don't say that," but all they learn is to say it more quietly. They always pick on people when they can't defend themselves.
The kid who doesn't speak English is the biggest bully. But how else can he communicate but in the universal language of meanness? There's not really another universal language that fourth graders share.
Friday I had to talk to two of my girls in the hall because one had told the other that she wouldn't be her friend anymore. The friendless is one of my special ed kids, so I stood out in the hall and hugged her and she hugged me so fiercely. I am not all that comfortable with touch for such an extended period of time, but I tried to stand there and hug her back and be present. She hugged and hugged until finally I had to tell her that she was OK, and it was time to go back to class.
My kid, A, wears t-shirts and holey sweatpants a lot. I want to shake his mother. Isn't it enough to be autistic? Does he have to wear weird clothing too?
The kid who doesn't speak English is the biggest bully. But how else can he communicate but in the universal language of meanness? There's not really another universal language that fourth graders share.
Friday I had to talk to two of my girls in the hall because one had told the other that she wouldn't be her friend anymore. The friendless is one of my special ed kids, so I stood out in the hall and hugged her and she hugged me so fiercely. I am not all that comfortable with touch for such an extended period of time, but I tried to stand there and hug her back and be present. She hugged and hugged until finally I had to tell her that she was OK, and it was time to go back to class.
My kid, A, wears t-shirts and holey sweatpants a lot. I want to shake his mother. Isn't it enough to be autistic? Does he have to wear weird clothing too?
Saturday, September 23, 2006
And one more thing:
ISN'T SHE THE CUTEST EVER?
And she sits and lets, wait, asks for me to put it on. And she is dry in the rain. And I just love dat dog.
2 Months Down...
I haven't disappeared. I haven't given up on blogging. I've been busy, though.
I looked in a photo album today that I had titled "Shannah's Life." EVERY SINGLE PICTURE was of my dog. Hmm. What does this say about my life?
We're fostering KITTENS!!! They're very cute and cuddly. Well, that's a lie. They're very cute. Only one is cuddly. The others hide inside the recliner and refuse to come out unless I pull them out. One tried to escape through the window last night.
My computer is still broken, so blogging will continue to be few and far between. But it helps me think to write down, so I will continue!
I looked in a photo album today that I had titled "Shannah's Life." EVERY SINGLE PICTURE was of my dog. Hmm. What does this say about my life?
We're fostering KITTENS!!! They're very cute and cuddly. Well, that's a lie. They're very cute. Only one is cuddly. The others hide inside the recliner and refuse to come out unless I pull them out. One tried to escape through the window last night.
My computer is still broken, so blogging will continue to be few and far between. But it helps me think to write down, so I will continue!
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