Remembering back to my first year of
teaching. I was working with a group of students on reading.
Now you have
to picture this group: I had the student version of Tigger, the functional
mute, the hypochondriac baby, and a couple others that just were.
Had them in group one day, and I had
stepped to the back of the room to get something. My hypochondriac started in
complaining about his dry skin condition. He went on for about two minutes or
so without any hint of stopping nor taking redirection. So, the
functional mute in the group, turns to him and says “C. It’s dry skin, everyone
has it now get over it!”
I had to turn to keep him from
seeing me bust out laughing. Had he, mom would have called me in a second to
tell me that I had been mean to her child. The thought had crossed my mind that
mom would call me because of what was said to him.
So I told the functional mute to
stay after class so that I could talk with her about her comments. (I think
this is the ONLY reason I didn’t get a phone call). After class she stays.
“So Ms. D what did you want to talk
about cause you know it’s true!”
“Here’s some starburst – that was
the best thing I have heard all week! Just don’t tell him you got some.”
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