LJ Idol Week 6: Step on a Crack
On the hundredth day of school I used to wear a bright red cape with 1-0-0 written on my shirt in duct tape. My class would count out 100 Cheerios and then ten kids would take off their shoes and count their toes. I suppose this was a time when I felt like a real superhero. ..I just didn’t know.
I didn’t know until Joe. He came to me in the middle of second grade and stayed a couple months. He didn’t know the sounds in the alphabet so you can forget reading comprehension. Not to mention his attention had a definite deficit. His eyes were glazed like a doughnut, some called him a nut, and I honestly didn’t know what to do.
I pulled him aside and tried to teach each letter sound. We went round and round and no matter what I did he was drowning. Even in math, he had difficulty counting. So it goes without saying that comparing equations just wasn’t in his equation. He was struggling, stumbling, and suffering. By the time I compiled and filed the piles of paperwork to test this child, he moved.
It all looked so grim, and I couldn’t save him.
I didn’t know until Joe. He came to me in the middle of second grade and stayed a couple months. He didn’t know the sounds in the alphabet so you can forget reading comprehension. Not to mention his attention had a definite deficit. His eyes were glazed like a doughnut, some called him a nut, and I honestly didn’t know what to do.
I pulled him aside and tried to teach each letter sound. We went round and round and no matter what I did he was drowning. Even in math, he had difficulty counting. So it goes without saying that comparing equations just wasn’t in his equation. He was struggling, stumbling, and suffering. By the time I compiled and filed the piles of paperwork to test this child, he moved.
It all looked so grim, and I couldn’t save him.