Its time to party!!! I'm holiday'ing for the next THREE WEEKS!!! Ain't I lucky to be a teacher?
Anyways, before I go into the holiday'ing mood, I have an update to add regarding my school adventures.Starting with ME. I took some time to chill. I think I feel too overwhelmed about the whole new job thing. I'm thinking of my students, my class, the school, the administration, the parents, bla bla, all at the same time. Thats NOT good. All whats happening to me now is think think think, and not much of doing...I cant do it both together! Maybe I should start with my class, coz they matter the most at the moment. So: NO books, NO reading, NO breaks. I just wana APPLY and get started.
G: I couldnt let her go! Okay I know I 'was' pretty SURE about moving her to another section. That was my decision. I went on a tour to visit the other sections and check out the classes and teachers over there. Starting with the DEAF. They have smart students, very social, and independent. BUT, they have the worst teachers, and its VERY SILENT over there. NOT GOOD. Next, I went to the "mental development" section. Their kids are cute, few are intellectualy on a slightly below-average level, social, they play and jump around. BUT, many behavioral problems, very crowded, and not all the teachers are good for G.
I hope I sound reasonable enough and I'm not just making up those reasons. So my plans for this holiday is to read the books my brother got me from London. I am also planning to apply PECS on G, A, and R. I really hope it works out for them! It'll be marked as Achievement #1 Insha'Allah.I'm missing my students already, AND I still dream of them. I had a dream about H; that she spoke. Wow...I hope she does someday.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
take an action
Maybe the time has come for me to take an action...stand up..speak for what I believe in..argue for what I think is right..and what I know is wrong..today I came up with a very strange, yet painful fact: People with special needs are discriminated against. Thats a well-known fact. But it has more to it. They are not being discriminated against by what others would refer to as "normal" people, but by their very own people. By those who are supposedly different but on a different level. Levels do exist in their system. Maybe this should be our first issue that we need to solve instead of working on inclusion, equal rights...etc. I am not speaking generally. This is a very sensitive matter, and it does relate to where I work at right now.
It has been happening the second I moved into my new classroom. It has been happening for every single day. Starting with the materials, classrooms, toilets, food, and the way others perceive US. Our section. We do not have suffiecient materials. We do have ugly classrooms. Our toilets arent working AND not suitable for our students. We are always the last to receive the meals. The forgotten ones. The dead section. The silent students. Poor. Weak. Heart-breaking. All that applies to our section.
The image of our students today has been in my mind all day. They were simply dragged to the stage to 'look' like theyre part of the performance, when other students are actually performing in front of them and being clapped for. Ofcourse they have been rehearsing since ages. Our students were supposed to sit some place where they can not see the stage very well, because wheelchairs take so much space. And that space should be occupied by much more important individuals.
What hurt me the most, and what was so painful for me, was the "wheels of the bus" performance. Our class's favorite song. G's favorite song. The song they were promised to perform and sing. They were also dragged for the third time on stage. And were placed at the very back. Okay, well, maybe wheelchairs do take space. But why should G be standing behind when other students, who are NOT NOT NOT better than her in anyway, are sitting right in front of her performing and singing out loud. She can walk. She can run. She is WAY SMARTER THAN THEM. She does not have cerebral palsy. She's not part of the section. Thats why she should leave us. Yes I decided to give her up to the deaf section. I dont care if they dont want her, or have no space for her. She belongs there. With other students who are just like her. Students who communicate using sign language. Students who are taught how to read and write. Students who have a high chance of being admitted into a regular school environment, and get a job as they get older. She should be there. Not with me.
I am typing with tears in my eyes. I love her so much that I MUST give her away. I shouldnt be selfish and keep her with me. I'll be so unfair to her. Yes I love her, but I can not teach her. What happened today hit me straight into my heart. I couldnt stand there watching her with my group of students. She is different. And if the stupid center would treat students based on their disability, then she deserves to be part of a more respected section.
It has been happening the second I moved into my new classroom. It has been happening for every single day. Starting with the materials, classrooms, toilets, food, and the way others perceive US. Our section. We do not have suffiecient materials. We do have ugly classrooms. Our toilets arent working AND not suitable for our students. We are always the last to receive the meals. The forgotten ones. The dead section. The silent students. Poor. Weak. Heart-breaking. All that applies to our section.
The image of our students today has been in my mind all day. They were simply dragged to the stage to 'look' like theyre part of the performance, when other students are actually performing in front of them and being clapped for. Ofcourse they have been rehearsing since ages. Our students were supposed to sit some place where they can not see the stage very well, because wheelchairs take so much space. And that space should be occupied by much more important individuals.
What hurt me the most, and what was so painful for me, was the "wheels of the bus" performance. Our class's favorite song. G's favorite song. The song they were promised to perform and sing. They were also dragged for the third time on stage. And were placed at the very back. Okay, well, maybe wheelchairs do take space. But why should G be standing behind when other students, who are NOT NOT NOT better than her in anyway, are sitting right in front of her performing and singing out loud. She can walk. She can run. She is WAY SMARTER THAN THEM. She does not have cerebral palsy. She's not part of the section. Thats why she should leave us. Yes I decided to give her up to the deaf section. I dont care if they dont want her, or have no space for her. She belongs there. With other students who are just like her. Students who communicate using sign language. Students who are taught how to read and write. Students who have a high chance of being admitted into a regular school environment, and get a job as they get older. She should be there. Not with me.
I am typing with tears in my eyes. I love her so much that I MUST give her away. I shouldnt be selfish and keep her with me. I'll be so unfair to her. Yes I love her, but I can not teach her. What happened today hit me straight into my heart. I couldnt stand there watching her with my group of students. She is different. And if the stupid center would treat students based on their disability, then she deserves to be part of a more respected section.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Unbelievable
I just had to mark this very special extraordinary most shocking incidence...
I was in the classroom..ME..A..& the NANNY...playing around with the balls..and trying out a different form of time-out in order to solve his spitting issues..A was very happy..that he actually SOUNDED OUT THE ALPHABETS..yes in English...and really fast !! Not only that, but he sang a song that was played during his Music lesson, and said G..twice.
We went silent for 10 seconds..i couldn't believe it..WE couldn't believe it..I even asked her if she heard what I think i did..it was such a huge big shock..and it seems that this little boy was not the boy we thought he was..A is much more than that..
I was in the classroom..ME..A..& the NANNY...playing around with the balls..and trying out a different form of time-out in order to solve his spitting issues..A was very happy..that he actually SOUNDED OUT THE ALPHABETS..yes in English...and really fast !! Not only that, but he sang a song that was played during his Music lesson, and said G..twice.
We went silent for 10 seconds..i couldn't believe it..WE couldn't believe it..I even asked her if she heard what I think i did..it was such a huge big shock..and it seems that this little boy was not the boy we thought he was..A is much more than that..
Monday, November 19, 2007
Attacked
Sometimes I wonder about how would I feel if I lost the ability to move, touch, talk, see, or hear. And most importantly, I wonder about how will I be able to communicate when letters aren't even part of my speech. If it is actually hard to communicate when you have the letters, words, and speech, how about when you have NONE of these?! Getting aggressive is the first sign of not being able to communicate to others. Imagine being part of this scene. You're very thirsty, and the only person who sells water is a person who has absolutely no idea about your language, or the usual universal signs which shows that you actually need water. First of all, I'll try to explain using my very own signs, or ways to communicate. Then, I'll get so frustrated. Finally, I'll end up either killing him or taking a bottle of water by force.
An important aspect of being in the field of special education is to place yourself in your student's shoes. Thats the only way in which u'll be able to understand your student's needs. After R's first attack, I went through a hard time trying to let go of that feeling of GUILT. She must've wanted something. Or she should've been in some kind of pain. Those bruises left a mark not only on my body, but in my heart. I woke up every morning thinking of the plan I have for her to assist with her communication skills. Will it work out? What if it didn't? Whats my alternative plan? What could she possibly want to communicate? Would it be something like learning a new language? At the moment, all the books and readings didn't matter anymore. Although I read so much about tantrums, it was different when it was REAL. It's either you stand up and control the situation, or things would get worse and you mark it as a FAILURE for the rest of your life. Yes, I did control the situation. It was my only choice.
I started writing the BIP for my Barbie boy. And i did discover much more to his behavior than what was clear to me in the beginning! I just started today, and the first reason to his behavior is: US! We actually reinforce his behavior! Its amazing how observations reveal so much about a student's behavior. I was also able to see his smart side. He knows whats going around. And he is aware of what other people are talking about. The only thing I missed today was his TANTRUM. I left the classroom for a second. I come back and its a big chaos. I have no idea about what happened, how it happened, and why it happened. A's tantrum is somehow different than R. Its kinda worse. HE BITES. But this time I was ready with 3 assistants holding him.
Oh god so much to deal with!!! I do have 4 students. Each student has a 10 academic issues, 10 emotional issues, and a 100 behavior issues.
An important aspect of being in the field of special education is to place yourself in your student's shoes. Thats the only way in which u'll be able to understand your student's needs. After R's first attack, I went through a hard time trying to let go of that feeling of GUILT. She must've wanted something. Or she should've been in some kind of pain. Those bruises left a mark not only on my body, but in my heart. I woke up every morning thinking of the plan I have for her to assist with her communication skills. Will it work out? What if it didn't? Whats my alternative plan? What could she possibly want to communicate? Would it be something like learning a new language? At the moment, all the books and readings didn't matter anymore. Although I read so much about tantrums, it was different when it was REAL. It's either you stand up and control the situation, or things would get worse and you mark it as a FAILURE for the rest of your life. Yes, I did control the situation. It was my only choice.
I started writing the BIP for my Barbie boy. And i did discover much more to his behavior than what was clear to me in the beginning! I just started today, and the first reason to his behavior is: US! We actually reinforce his behavior! Its amazing how observations reveal so much about a student's behavior. I was also able to see his smart side. He knows whats going around. And he is aware of what other people are talking about. The only thing I missed today was his TANTRUM. I left the classroom for a second. I come back and its a big chaos. I have no idea about what happened, how it happened, and why it happened. A's tantrum is somehow different than R. Its kinda worse. HE BITES. But this time I was ready with 3 assistants holding him.
Oh god so much to deal with!!! I do have 4 students. Each student has a 10 academic issues, 10 emotional issues, and a 100 behavior issues.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
My students
My brain has been working so hard since I started school. And I still feel lost and confused about a lot of things going on around. Things that are hard to undesrstand, process, accept, and solve. Its like I make a decision to work on a specific problem in a specific student, but I end up thinking of all problems, in all students! It feels like being in a maze. You think you're kinda near the exit, but you get dissapointed to realize that you need to go through another path.
Starting with my class. And to be more specific, starting with my A. I went through times whenI really hated him. I mean HATE. I couldnt look at him, work with him, or even smile to him! Maybe I was very dissapointed with myself since I havent find a solution to his behavioral problem yet. Maybe I feel so weak, so useless around him. I see my failure in him. So I decided to avoid him for a couple of weeks until I heard that some teacher shouted at him like he was some kind of a discusting insect. Just because he was sitting innocently in her classroom, for 5 minuetes. GUILT, GUILT, & more GUILT. So the first step was: love him, in order to accept him. I just wanted him to enter my heart, and for me to enter his. I wanted him to know that I am his teacher, and I care. I spent some time with him and was able to see his life story through his eyes. I knew he was being physically abused at home. I mean he blinks so hard when I try to touch him and I directly see fear in his eyes as I come close to put my arms around him. So yes, love was the first step. I played with him, cuddled him (YEAH I DID THAT), and I had to switch off my breathing system just to forget all about the small annoying things in him. He responded so well, like a baby waiting to be held with love. He actually reached a stage where he couldnt let me go. El7imdilla =) Now I can start the intervention process. And I know I can do it. I will.
My H is getting so much better! Now she can move her arms, and she says one name!
G is responding so well. She knows I'm her teacher and when I say something she HAS to do it. I love her smartness. Although she cant hear, cant see, nor she can swallow/breath well, yet she still fights back. Such a miracle. I have plans for her and I really hope she'll do more than anyone else expects. I dont just hope, I promise.
R is living in real chaos. Moving between mom, dad, sister, aunt, nanny. She's always nervous and feeling anxious. But I know deep inside that she understands very well whats going on around her. Its just that her emotional problems are affecting her, and I wish her 'loving' mother would actually see that!!
My last plan is to develop the center. There are so many ways in which we can get money, and I dont care what I WILL GO THROUGH as long as those poor students get their FULL RIGHT to a receive a high quality education just like any other student. This should be my main goal and nothing should stop me from achieving that. I dont care how long it might take, or how much I'll be going through. I know this process of 'begging' is such a KILLER. But insha'Allah He will be there to ease off my path, as long as I keep the good neyya in my heart.
Starting with my class. And to be more specific, starting with my A. I went through times whenI really hated him. I mean HATE. I couldnt look at him, work with him, or even smile to him! Maybe I was very dissapointed with myself since I havent find a solution to his behavioral problem yet. Maybe I feel so weak, so useless around him. I see my failure in him. So I decided to avoid him for a couple of weeks until I heard that some teacher shouted at him like he was some kind of a discusting insect. Just because he was sitting innocently in her classroom, for 5 minuetes. GUILT, GUILT, & more GUILT. So the first step was: love him, in order to accept him. I just wanted him to enter my heart, and for me to enter his. I wanted him to know that I am his teacher, and I care. I spent some time with him and was able to see his life story through his eyes. I knew he was being physically abused at home. I mean he blinks so hard when I try to touch him and I directly see fear in his eyes as I come close to put my arms around him. So yes, love was the first step. I played with him, cuddled him (YEAH I DID THAT), and I had to switch off my breathing system just to forget all about the small annoying things in him. He responded so well, like a baby waiting to be held with love. He actually reached a stage where he couldnt let me go. El7imdilla =) Now I can start the intervention process. And I know I can do it. I will.
My H is getting so much better! Now she can move her arms, and she says one name!
G is responding so well. She knows I'm her teacher and when I say something she HAS to do it. I love her smartness. Although she cant hear, cant see, nor she can swallow/breath well, yet she still fights back. Such a miracle. I have plans for her and I really hope she'll do more than anyone else expects. I dont just hope, I promise.
R is living in real chaos. Moving between mom, dad, sister, aunt, nanny. She's always nervous and feeling anxious. But I know deep inside that she understands very well whats going on around her. Its just that her emotional problems are affecting her, and I wish her 'loving' mother would actually see that!!
My last plan is to develop the center. There are so many ways in which we can get money, and I dont care what I WILL GO THROUGH as long as those poor students get their FULL RIGHT to a receive a high quality education just like any other student. This should be my main goal and nothing should stop me from achieving that. I dont care how long it might take, or how much I'll be going through. I know this process of 'begging' is such a KILLER. But insha'Allah He will be there to ease off my path, as long as I keep the good neyya in my heart.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Battle just started
I feel guilty about not officially beginning teaching...im kinda lost..I was promised that I'll have a support team available..different workshops to participate in..an assistant that is ALWAYS available..but none if it is actually happening..
Right now im just assessing my students...i dont trust whats written in their files..im doing it all over again except the parts that deal with their medical diagnosis..i believe those people who assess their academic/social levels are certainly not educated..ZERO education..they have no idea about what being objective means..what is a professional assessment..what kind of criteria they need to follow !! Thats why what I'm doing is going back to my "Observation and Assessment" course documents (thanks Chris) and trying to find out the exact strengths and weaknesses of each student. But its very complicated..im being very careful..coz i never wana underestimate their abilities..or to be unfair to them..its so hard coz now im dealing with real student..real assessments..involing parents, families, the school, my students and their future.
Anyways...my students:
A is getting more friendly..he started feeling more comfortable when dealing with me (less spitting) which is a good sign..and i finally decided to give him another chance..coz I've been ignoring him for the last couple of weeks..
H is still my baby H..but she's getting better..ofcourse her physical status makes it so hard for her to improve..but she deserves a chance just like any other student =)
G my lovely little assistant..ill try out using flashcards to communicate better with her..and sound out the words..so that she could stop making up her own signs!! although i do understand her signs very well..but I want her to communicate with the world as well! Everyone should see how bright she really is...
"looking forward for another week"
Right now im just assessing my students...i dont trust whats written in their files..im doing it all over again except the parts that deal with their medical diagnosis..i believe those people who assess their academic/social levels are certainly not educated..ZERO education..they have no idea about what being objective means..what is a professional assessment..what kind of criteria they need to follow !! Thats why what I'm doing is going back to my "Observation and Assessment" course documents (thanks Chris) and trying to find out the exact strengths and weaknesses of each student. But its very complicated..im being very careful..coz i never wana underestimate their abilities..or to be unfair to them..its so hard coz now im dealing with real student..real assessments..involing parents, families, the school, my students and their future.
Anyways...my students:
A is getting more friendly..he started feeling more comfortable when dealing with me (less spitting) which is a good sign..and i finally decided to give him another chance..coz I've been ignoring him for the last couple of weeks..
H is still my baby H..but she's getting better..ofcourse her physical status makes it so hard for her to improve..but she deserves a chance just like any other student =)
G my lovely little assistant..ill try out using flashcards to communicate better with her..and sound out the words..so that she could stop making up her own signs!! although i do understand her signs very well..but I want her to communicate with the world as well! Everyone should see how bright she really is...
"looking forward for another week"
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
confusion+guilt=?
I really don't want to type this down, but I have to, coz I'm goin crazy.
I'M HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS
Its not like I hate the job or I don't want it anymore. Okay I got a job offer from the Ministry, a day after i signed my contract. The offer is just perfect. A KG teacher in an advanced governmental kindergarten, teaching is in English, AND inclusive classrooms: 2 children with Down Syndrome, and 2 hearing impaired. They really want me to join coz there are no teachers. And they were actually impressed with my educational background! So finally, I got to where I wanted to reach. I know I can do GREAT at that..and I can give those children a chance to learn English better, and a successful inlusion for children with special needs. It wouldve been the best job offer...
Where am I standing right now? I do understand that I've just been there for a week or so. At the same time, I can see what kind of issues I'll be facing. No cooperation between specialists. No PARENTS SUPPORT. Not much supplies/resources. A who is really killing me. Dead section...etc.
I don't want to complain, its reality. Whats really going on. I never had a full house until this day. I'm confused with what I'm supposed to be doing. I don't know if I'm doing a good job or not. Will I reach their expectations or not. Do I have the necessary skills to continue.
Will I be able to keep A in my class? Will I be able to tolerate his very bad behavior (spitting on my face, hanging onto my clothes, his crazy screams), or am I supposed to tolerate it? If I didn't, am I a bad teacher?
H, is she ever gonna get better? What can I do to a 5 years old who's intellectually around 4 months old? Am I gonna let her parents down? Am I ignoring her in class? Does she need more one on one? How can I provide her with all of that with the others present in class?
What about R...does she really understand whats going on? Does she know how to answer my questions or she's just pretending? Are my teaching strategies effective for her case? Or whats her case exactly?
Didn't get the chance to sit with Y, or meet G. I bet each has a different story.
I know I love special ed, I know that this is what I wana do, and I'm enjoying every single second I spent at the center. But I also know that these children deserve to be taught by a much more professional teacher. I know that very well. Its just so confusing and I hate that feeling.
I just hope that I'll read this post someday, when I'll conquer all these kinds of thoughts, and answer those questions. That is if I decide to stay there.
I'M HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS
Its not like I hate the job or I don't want it anymore. Okay I got a job offer from the Ministry, a day after i signed my contract. The offer is just perfect. A KG teacher in an advanced governmental kindergarten, teaching is in English, AND inclusive classrooms: 2 children with Down Syndrome, and 2 hearing impaired. They really want me to join coz there are no teachers. And they were actually impressed with my educational background! So finally, I got to where I wanted to reach. I know I can do GREAT at that..and I can give those children a chance to learn English better, and a successful inlusion for children with special needs. It wouldve been the best job offer...
Where am I standing right now? I do understand that I've just been there for a week or so. At the same time, I can see what kind of issues I'll be facing. No cooperation between specialists. No PARENTS SUPPORT. Not much supplies/resources. A who is really killing me. Dead section...etc.
I don't want to complain, its reality. Whats really going on. I never had a full house until this day. I'm confused with what I'm supposed to be doing. I don't know if I'm doing a good job or not. Will I reach their expectations or not. Do I have the necessary skills to continue.
Will I be able to keep A in my class? Will I be able to tolerate his very bad behavior (spitting on my face, hanging onto my clothes, his crazy screams), or am I supposed to tolerate it? If I didn't, am I a bad teacher?
H, is she ever gonna get better? What can I do to a 5 years old who's intellectually around 4 months old? Am I gonna let her parents down? Am I ignoring her in class? Does she need more one on one? How can I provide her with all of that with the others present in class?
What about R...does she really understand whats going on? Does she know how to answer my questions or she's just pretending? Are my teaching strategies effective for her case? Or whats her case exactly?
Didn't get the chance to sit with Y, or meet G. I bet each has a different story.
I know I love special ed, I know that this is what I wana do, and I'm enjoying every single second I spent at the center. But I also know that these children deserve to be taught by a much more professional teacher. I know that very well. Its just so confusing and I hate that feeling.
I just hope that I'll read this post someday, when I'll conquer all these kinds of thoughts, and answer those questions. That is if I decide to stay there.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Silent Class--was
Last week has been hectic...well not as I expected...its just that there's a lot to think of..even while sleeping...I'm having all those nightmares related to my new classroom..
First shock: NO STUDENTS IN CLASS. Emm except for one out of the 5 expected number. Reem. She's a very silent student...the 'ghost' kind of students. At the beginning ofcourse. I barely saw her face that was hiding under her hands. I barely heard any voices coz she's got a severe speech delay. And I seriously felt like a clown performing infront of her dieing for some attention! I guess I kinda forgot what a special ed. classroom looks like. Do NOT expect much out of students.
My second student showed up on the 3rd day. Hamda. Petitte and always smiling. Horrible when she cries. Hard to find activities for her.
Now the third student. Ahmed. When I got to meet him, I thanked God for not having the three of them together right from the beginning. Although he's supposedly on a wheelchair, he's VERY HYPER. I later discovered that he just did an operation and got to walk for the first time! He moved around the classroom in circles, he spit all over, he hit Reem with the toys on the table and I nearly went CRAZY. I actually kept him out for a while so that I could astaw3eb elmaw'6oo3. I was this close to CRYING ='( Although I really feel bad for keeping him out for 2 days, but I just couldnt let him in before I can think of some behavior management plan to keep him IN THE CLASSROOM, and to make sure that he's "clean" all the time. I just couldnt.
Observations, lot of readings, books, and meeting ppl around. Thats what I've been doing last week! Thursday was the sleeping day. Friday is the thinking day. And Saturday will be the planning day.
By the end of the week, I started realizing how difficult my job will be. I'll have to get all the patience in the world, and I need to remind myself ALL THE TIME of the reasons why I chose this job.
More adventures to come!!
First shock: NO STUDENTS IN CLASS. Emm except for one out of the 5 expected number. Reem. She's a very silent student...the 'ghost' kind of students. At the beginning ofcourse. I barely saw her face that was hiding under her hands. I barely heard any voices coz she's got a severe speech delay. And I seriously felt like a clown performing infront of her dieing for some attention! I guess I kinda forgot what a special ed. classroom looks like. Do NOT expect much out of students.
My second student showed up on the 3rd day. Hamda. Petitte and always smiling. Horrible when she cries. Hard to find activities for her.
Now the third student. Ahmed. When I got to meet him, I thanked God for not having the three of them together right from the beginning. Although he's supposedly on a wheelchair, he's VERY HYPER. I later discovered that he just did an operation and got to walk for the first time! He moved around the classroom in circles, he spit all over, he hit Reem with the toys on the table and I nearly went CRAZY. I actually kept him out for a while so that I could astaw3eb elmaw'6oo3. I was this close to CRYING ='( Although I really feel bad for keeping him out for 2 days, but I just couldnt let him in before I can think of some behavior management plan to keep him IN THE CLASSROOM, and to make sure that he's "clean" all the time. I just couldnt.
Observations, lot of readings, books, and meeting ppl around. Thats what I've been doing last week! Thursday was the sleeping day. Friday is the thinking day. And Saturday will be the planning day.
By the end of the week, I started realizing how difficult my job will be. I'll have to get all the patience in the world, and I need to remind myself ALL THE TIME of the reasons why I chose this job.
More adventures to come!!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
September ROCKS
Back to my life. My new life. That job came out of nowhere. It 'was' the job of my dreams. It was the career I fought for in the last 4 years, but gave up on long time ago. Its what I've been reading about in books and researches, but never dared to picture myself being in such a position. Special education. My passion, goal, dream, all what I think of!! Can't describe how grateful I am...and I truely believe that I got this job for a reason.
Special education teacher. WOOOOHOOOOOO FINALLY =D I've got my own class...my own students..my own assitant!! Its too perfect to be true!! I know I've got a very difficult section --cerebral palsy-- but I AM SO READY FOR IT. I read every freakin web-site that has the word, planning to read every book about special ed at uni's library, and will ALWAYS work on my teaching skills, strategies bla bla in all ways possible..just to make sure that I do a good job at it. Its what I want. What I've always wanted.
So I got to see my class, and my neighbor (teacher) who seems really cool. What I'm curious about are my students!! I already read their files and couldnt stop picturing them or creating lesson plans in my head just to meet their IEP goals. They're 4 girls and 1 boy. Not very old. Age range 5 to 12. IQ not extremely low, just below average. Every student has a very interesting history, or story. I kinda see how Torey Hayden wrote her books , coz seriously, every one of them is special.Thats just a brief, or an introduction to whats coming NEXT. I so can't wait for my very first day!
Special education teacher. WOOOOHOOOOOO FINALLY =D I've got my own class...my own students..my own assitant!! Its too perfect to be true!! I know I've got a very difficult section --cerebral palsy-- but I AM SO READY FOR IT. I read every freakin web-site that has the word, planning to read every book about special ed at uni's library, and will ALWAYS work on my teaching skills, strategies bla bla in all ways possible..just to make sure that I do a good job at it. Its what I want. What I've always wanted.
So I got to see my class, and my neighbor (teacher) who seems really cool. What I'm curious about are my students!! I already read their files and couldnt stop picturing them or creating lesson plans in my head just to meet their IEP goals. They're 4 girls and 1 boy. Not very old. Age range 5 to 12. IQ not extremely low, just below average. Every student has a very interesting history, or story. I kinda see how Torey Hayden wrote her books , coz seriously, every one of them is special.Thats just a brief, or an introduction to whats coming NEXT. I so can't wait for my very first day!
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