(no subject)
Well, my job right now(under the table) is doing respite (in home) care for my godmother's developmentaly disabled kids. The boy is 15, and the girl is 19. I went to school with Jeremy, the 15 year old. I went to all of his classes with him. The first couple classes were spent in the special needs class. After that we went to math. We did fraction bingo. I realized that I completely forgot how to do fractions. I met a 15 year old kid named Zach, who said to me, "Wow! You're cool! Are you punk?" I said, "Nah, I'm just me, yo." So, he said, "I'm emo, my friend is goth, and I know some punks". It weirded me out. Like, me in 7th grade. So, I basically scribed for Jeremy in his classes, because he shakes really badly, and thus, his handwriting is completely illegible. After that, I went to his social studies class. We used google on really shitty laptops to look up diseses if the 1800's. The laptops were total crap, and the teacher was wary of letting me into the class.
Then we had lunch. Jeremy and I both had pizza and french fries with chocolate milk. We went to the lunch room with the rest of the special needs kids. They're all pretty great kids. The assisants in the class are great, too. We ate lunch in the special needs classroom. Jeremy's teacher told me some horror stories of the kids flipping shit, and hitting people, and each other. When she told me of how Jeremy clocked the assisant principal in the face, I had to hold back a laugh. I went to his life skills class for 5th period. It was the same teacher as his math teacher. I think she had warmed up to me by this time, because she had me lead the class in reading a play. It was kind of awkward tho, because some of those kids just could not read for shit. So, trying to help them along, and not make them feel like they were being babied was a little hard. In the hallways, I walked with Jeremy to all his classes. The kids parted for us like the fucking Red Sea. Left and right, kids were hitting lockers with their shoulders to get away from us(me). Kids fell, and papers flew. Girls grabbed eachother, and screamed as they ran by. I think Jeremy felt pretty bad-ass walking down the hall that day. I had my mohawk charged up, and had on all my bracelets. I think walking around downtown Spokane with your disabled 15 year old friend is fucking punk rock.
Then we had lunch. Jeremy and I both had pizza and french fries with chocolate milk. We went to the lunch room with the rest of the special needs kids. They're all pretty great kids. The assisants in the class are great, too. We ate lunch in the special needs classroom. Jeremy's teacher told me some horror stories of the kids flipping shit, and hitting people, and each other. When she told me of how Jeremy clocked the assisant principal in the face, I had to hold back a laugh. I went to his life skills class for 5th period. It was the same teacher as his math teacher. I think she had warmed up to me by this time, because she had me lead the class in reading a play. It was kind of awkward tho, because some of those kids just could not read for shit. So, trying to help them along, and not make them feel like they were being babied was a little hard. In the hallways, I walked with Jeremy to all his classes. The kids parted for us like the fucking Red Sea. Left and right, kids were hitting lockers with their shoulders to get away from us(me). Kids fell, and papers flew. Girls grabbed eachother, and screamed as they ran by. I think Jeremy felt pretty bad-ass walking down the hall that day. I had my mohawk charged up, and had on all my bracelets. I think walking around downtown Spokane with your disabled 15 year old friend is fucking punk rock.