Saturday, October 26, 2013


So my job has changed slightly to where I'm just taking care of one kid all day, staying with him in his classroom.  However, when we go to "specials" (art, music, PE), one of my other kids comes with us because he doesn't have an aide.  He doesn't do so well in art and music, he doesn't like the sitting down and in music he especially doesn't like all the high-pitched singing.  One of the PE teachers got him interested in a calm-down bottle, a salad bottle filled with glitter and water that keeps him mesmerized.  I think I'm going to make him a bunch of them, filled with different colors and other things that can keep him from flipping out on me.

Thursday was a pretty amazing day - my boy wrote for me!  He wrote an entire sentence, "My name is _____."  It was hard, it was painful for both of us, he got so frustrated he screeched at me a couple of times, but we did it, with a pencil and everything.  But I am struggling because I am not an OT, I have no idea how to help him master his grip, his direction, any of that stuff.  One of the girls I also help with, she is having trouble with those things as well.  Her name is a palindrome, and she is writing the capital, then moving right to left with the lower case letters.  Our OT is a very busy lady, and I haven't got the slightest idea how to give these children the help they need.  Advice is always welcome.

Meanwhile, I survived our first Power PLC week, the Fall Festival, and have a source of income for the week we're off for Thanksgiving - things are going well.  I feel like a part of the campus family, and now that my favorite time of year is upon us, I'm feeling optimistic and grateful instead of where I was 11 months ago.  I still miss my old school - going to their Fall Festival was a bittersweet event, seeing how everyone has moved on and I'm not a part of it anymore, but I do feel at home at my school, and I love it there.

That's what's going on in my life - I go to sleep almost before the sun these days, I spend my weekends squeezing in more sleep and books and food that I don't have to cook, and I have just a whisper of a social life, but the general tone of things is upbeat, expectant, and proud.