Tenth Classroom...
Tenth Classroom...
It is Summer School and too hot for a self-proclaimed lava monster to find much joy in taking her small class out for recess.
I have a mixture of English Language Learners, General education, and Special education.
Three of my students have unmediated ADHD…
I’m beginning to see myself in a whole new light…
I must have been an annoying kid to wind up on such strong ADHD meds by the time I graduated high school…
My third grade teacher apparently couldn’t put up with me being a disorganized mess. She kept begging my parents to up my dose even though my grades were A’s and B’s.
There were no ADHD experts in our area…so I get to learn this now as an adult.
I’m in my thirties and I am often mistaken for my twenties…both in physical appearance and in my mannerisms…
How embarrassing…
More Posts from Rengerain and Others
Contaminated Gifts...
Booger cookies are
A very thoughtful gift, dear
I think I’ll pass.
Distracted...
I have a tight schedule that has grown even tighter…
There is no wiggle room…
So I find it where I can…
Last night I found too much, got too into it, and forgot to post…
Oops.
Weird Kid...
Strange kid, why like me
I’m a weird, childless spinster
Nobody likes me.
Hug...?
Hug hug hug hug hug
You’re my favorite teacher
No, no please don’t leave!
Life Changing Moments…
In teaching there are sometimes life changing moments…
One such moment for me was when I first got sucked into teaching ESL.
Another such moment was when I sat in on an ESL kindergarten class…
I met my first little autistic student.
He was non-verbal and hated colors and loud noises.
His fixation was a car…but it was also me…oddly enough.
Direct eye contact and then a hug…
His teacher discouraged it… It was my first day there and she did not know me.
But I did not mind the hug…
From then on, every time he saw me, he’d rush over to hug me or show me something he worked on in class…
This is how I decided that my next Master’s degree will be in Special Education, one sweet boy who changed my life…
Second Classroom...
My second classroom…
I taught Japanese studies.
I was twelve-years-old.
I had a whole classroom full of peers that hated me.
I was the ‘weird’ kid who was friends with all the teachers.
Many of my peers left my speech on Japan wanting to visit the country.
It was nerve wracking but wonderful.
Ninth Classroom...
I bounced from school-to-school for a while before landing…
I was placed in a pull-out position where I would work with English Language Learners…
They were new to the country and new to the school…
A lot of the students were true beginners unable to associate phoneme to letter…
It was a lot of work, considering I only see them twice a week for half an hour at most…
Hybrid classes…come to school two days…go virtual three…
Except they don’t show up and do no work…
Fortunately, I’m not a ‘real’ teacher yet…
They only get some additional language support from me…completely homework free.
Of if they needed to talk…I was always willing to listen.
The Pandemic is hard on all of us…
Forget your standards and your deadlines…
Let children be children…
BREAKING NEWS:
Normally I drive just fine but every once and a while I do something stupid, like going too fast during a rainstorm. This was such a time. I hit a wet patch and ended up in the grass due to a lovely combination of water, stones, and stupidity (going too fast). I crashed into a brick column.
I am not someone who has much faith in humanity.
After all, the people directly behind me and in front of me didn’t bat an eye when I acted like a moron and said “hello” to the sign.
Well, my faith was restored today thanks to these fine people:
First a woman stopped.
Then two men (complete strangers) in separate trucks.
Then a couple stopped. They both got out of their SUV to check on me.
Then a man stopped.
Then another man.
Then another woman.
Then a couple of guys in a big truck. I missed the name of the company on the side.
Then an older gentleman.
That’s a total of 11 people in about an hour’s time.
Fortunately I was not injured…just slightly embarrassed and not going into work.
Now, this blog is brand new and not even Cheezbot is following me. I just wanted to share this and acknowledge the kindness of others. Thank you to those eleven strangers who came to check on me! I greatly appreciated your concern! <3
Third Classroom...
My third classroom…
I taught Shakespeare.
I was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen-years-old.
My classroom was chaotic and stunk of school lunches.
Once again, the ‘weird’ kid was the center of attention.
Seriously though, how hard is it to read the footnotes?
They hold the keys to the wonders of the world!
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