Work today was great.
I went in today, and was assigned to a self-contained classroom. If you are out of the loop, a self-contained classroom has students with Aspberger’s syndrome and Autism.
Today was a class of fourth graders. They were really good students. Two of the students had to go to a different classroom for social studies, My fellow teacher was a buddy: we used to sub together. He was teaching the Revolutionary War and development of New Jersey. Jesse started, and I normally would work the back of the classroom. I’d walk to make sure children are on the right page and paying attention.
I started chiming in, and Jesse knew that I used to be a National Park Ranger, and I was stationed at Independence National Historical Park. In short, I know my revolutionary war history. Jesse motioned for me to take it, and so I taught fourth graders American History. The class was attentive, and peppered me with questions.
God, it felt good.
I returned to work today, or should I say that I went into the belly of the monster.
I am currently assigned to a self-contained class of third grade students.There are pupils in there suffering from Asperger’s Syndrome, Autism, being mentally challenged,having severe behavioral issues, and so on. There was never a day I was so glad that I worked for five months in a self-contained kindergarten. Every third second in the class another challenge comes your way. Suffice it to say I was glad to return home and walk Kasia girl a couple of times; it helped me stifle the urge to have a drink. Instead, i am doing wash, and when it’s done, I’ll have a hot shower and go to bed.
Tomorrow is another day.
Back in a classroom this morning,I had a sense of deja vu.
My first go-round in a classroom in 2015 was a self-contained classroom with 8 little boys in various stages of Aspberger’s syndrome through Autism. It was a hand full, but you learned something every day. I would come home beat, but in a good way.
Fast forward to this morning
I now had another self-contained classroom, only instead of little guys, I had eight first graders. Dealing with what they go through , we celebrated every correct answer and , although there were times the yelling made you think of kids going through a sugar crash, they tried their best to learn. I like to think I made some new friends with them.
In all, I can’t wait to get them again.