You Know You are a Preschool Special Education Teacher When:
* You hear a child gagging and instantly reach out to try to catch it without thinking.
* Your class list consists of batteries, Purell, baby wipes, Clorox wipes, Kleenex, one notebook, diapers, and goldfish crackers.
* You carry the school menu on your clothing.
* You ask the children to come to the table for lunch and get no response, but you gently shake a box of goldfish crackers or bag of popcorn and they trip over each other to get to the table.
* You forget that it is normal for three and four year olds to talk...a lot.
* You have the following conversation
Teacher: I think that little girl is throwing up!
You: Her? Um (quick look) Oh, nope. She's just having a seizure. She'll be fine in a minute.
* You could probably make anything out of glue, paper bags, craft sticks, contruction paper, and paint.
* You know where every fire alarm is in the entire school building.
* You least favorite words include "all school assembly", "fire drill", and "he is on antibiotics so he should be fine".
* You can change eight diapers in under fifteen minutes, including time to change gloves and wash hands.
* Your bedtime is probably earlier than the kids you teach.
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Detours often have the most unexpected beauty.
Why take the normal route when you can take a detour?
I Think I Thunk a Thought
Current Quote:
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." A. Nin
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." A. Nin
Sharp Left Turn
Distractions (Current books and music that catch my attention)
- Fragile Innocence
- Go Away Big Green Monster (Children's Book)
- Hands are Not For Hitting (Children's Book)
- It's Pumpkin Time (Children's Book)
- Skeleton Hiccups (children's Book)
- Sugarland (music)
- The Princess Bride
Detours (Links)
Damaged Goods
A Little Nuts
Blog Archive
Detour
About Me
- Summer
- Twenty six years ago some of the most "intelligent" doctors available came to the conclusion that I had sustained profound brain damage due to near-miss SIDS and that it would be terminal before I was a year old. Statistics and odds mean nothing to me. I graduated at the top of my class both in high school and from one of the most obnoxiously uppity universities. I have the best job ever as a preschool special education teacher. My path here has been anything but direct, and I am infamous for finding detours. My medical history comes in volumes and while I continue to ignore statistics and odds, I am proud of the fact that I am damaged goods. Perfection is highly overrated.
Growing Wild by the River
Detours often have the most unexpected beauty.
Note
As a teacher, I take the privacy of my students very seriously. When I write about an event that involves a student, I never use their real names or any name that is close to their real name. I also frequently change identifying characteristics including ethnicity, gender, and physical characteristics to further enhance privacy. It is also rare that I refer to the same child by the same fictitious name twice, both for privacy reasons and because I am not that organized. At no time does the phrasing "damaged goods" refer to the children that I teach; it is a term that I use only for myself.
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