What she wore: baby blue tee, black pants with a blue pin stripe, blue pointy-toed mules, black poncho/sweater thing (I call it my sherpa). Kids approved.
I hate to do this because I really do love my job and the people I work with, but I’ve got a bit of a vent I’ve got to get out.
We’ve got this one kid, who’s special ed, but what they call "indirect." This means he’s in regular classes and his teachers need to modify his work as neccessary. The other teachers on my team have showed me his work and it is obvious to me that he has a severe reading disability–my guess would be dyslexia or something related. I think he’s misplaced in indirect, but no one wants my opinion. I have lobbied to have him placed in inclusion classes and to have his modifications increased, but no one wants to work any harder than they have to. Much better to let him cheat and slide by with mediocre grades.
Today was the writing portion of our state assesment. Today, this teacher who knows that he clearly has a problem annouced, "so-and-so finished in twenty minutes and didn’t write but a couple of sentences." I just said, "I cant’ imagine how difficult it must be to go through life not being able to read and write. I think we’re lucky he did that." Of course, all the other teachers were quick to point out times when he’s been more successful. I didn’t have the heart to explain to them that it’s much easier to be successful on multiple choice than extemporaneous writing. One of my poor darlings spent five minutes scanning all through his writing prompt today trying to figure out how to spell the word, "things." He even asked me if I could help him, but of course I couldn’t; my heart was breaking for him.
To top it off, another teacher reported that two of our gifted kids wrote only a few sentences as well. This was not viewed as nearly as bad, but it THAT really pisses me off–we need to worry more about the kids who aren’t using their gifts than those who try their hardest with a limited tool chest.
Ok, enough of that–I’m off to do arts and crafts like a third-grader! Yay!
PS: A little retail therapy at TJ Maxx and I am feeling much better.