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I'm settled into the new job, and I never realized how wonderful a job could be. I never realized how bad my old job had really gotten until I got here. Now I'm in a place where they write to you just to tell you you're doing a good job, where people poke their head into your room to ask 'what can I do for you? What do you need?', where I can voice a concern and be listened to and supported. It's utopia. And problems have come up, as they tend to do (particularly in special ed), but I've always thought that I could handle any problem in the world as long as there was someone I could go to that would say 'I understand, I care, I'll help you however I can'. What more could I ask for?
I have a classroom of 6 kids, all of whome I adore. I have twin boys M and C who have hydrocephalus and who are cognitively about a year old. They laugh and cry and giggle and squeak and have these amazing, determined, joyous personalities that I can't get enough of. I have a little boy, E, who had cerebral palsy, the cutest grin in the world, and a penchant for flirting with girls. I have a little girl, T, who has fetal alcohol syndrome, and who is very social and helpful but also has very selective hearing and can be quite a handful. I have a little boy, K, who has Fragile X Syndrome and who is incredibly funny. He's a talker, he talks all day long, and says some of the most random things. He told me the other day to 'wash your mouth out with guacamole'. His attention span is that of a goldfish, so you tell him to do something and, bless his heart, he attempts to do it every time, but simply forgets what it was about a second and a half later. I have a fifth grade girl, L, who is autistic, and who aside from the occasional flip out or space out, is cooperative, quiet, and hard working. We are doing a kindergarten curriculum, working on a letter a week. We go swimming on Wednesdays (we can claim it as physical therapy, so i went for it) and we cook every Friday (occupational therapy). Our lives are crazy but happy.
I'm living in Spotsy in the condo that my mother purchased as an investment property. She bought it when I was broken up with Robbin and didn't have anywhere to go, and my mother pounced on the opportunity, and I was too stupid/depressed/apathetic to forsee the many downsides of this arrangement, and they have been popping up ever since. Soon after moving into the house, I got back together with Robbin, and my mother threw a hissy fit and said 'I just threw my life's savings into this house to get you away from her!', which of course was not mentioned during the buying process. Then Robbin's landlord sold her building and she needed a place to go, so naturally I invited her to move in with me. And my mother is now in the process of throwing a multitude of hissy fits. We can't afford to move yet, but when we can, that's probably the next big transition of my ever-changing life.
Robbin is, as always, what I look forward to every day. I wake up feeling lucky, I go to sleep feeling lucky. We occasionally pick at each other and fight, but hey, two women in one relationship, I figure that's to be expected. I love being with her, I love living with her, I love the way we believe in each others' dreams and survive each others' hardships. We're going to make it.
Anyways, it's a teacher work day, I should go to some teacher work.
Love to all
I have a classroom of 6 kids, all of whome I adore. I have twin boys M and C who have hydrocephalus and who are cognitively about a year old. They laugh and cry and giggle and squeak and have these amazing, determined, joyous personalities that I can't get enough of. I have a little boy, E, who had cerebral palsy, the cutest grin in the world, and a penchant for flirting with girls. I have a little girl, T, who has fetal alcohol syndrome, and who is very social and helpful but also has very selective hearing and can be quite a handful. I have a little boy, K, who has Fragile X Syndrome and who is incredibly funny. He's a talker, he talks all day long, and says some of the most random things. He told me the other day to 'wash your mouth out with guacamole'. His attention span is that of a goldfish, so you tell him to do something and, bless his heart, he attempts to do it every time, but simply forgets what it was about a second and a half later. I have a fifth grade girl, L, who is autistic, and who aside from the occasional flip out or space out, is cooperative, quiet, and hard working. We are doing a kindergarten curriculum, working on a letter a week. We go swimming on Wednesdays (we can claim it as physical therapy, so i went for it) and we cook every Friday (occupational therapy). Our lives are crazy but happy.
I'm living in Spotsy in the condo that my mother purchased as an investment property. She bought it when I was broken up with Robbin and didn't have anywhere to go, and my mother pounced on the opportunity, and I was too stupid/depressed/apathetic to forsee the many downsides of this arrangement, and they have been popping up ever since. Soon after moving into the house, I got back together with Robbin, and my mother threw a hissy fit and said 'I just threw my life's savings into this house to get you away from her!', which of course was not mentioned during the buying process. Then Robbin's landlord sold her building and she needed a place to go, so naturally I invited her to move in with me. And my mother is now in the process of throwing a multitude of hissy fits. We can't afford to move yet, but when we can, that's probably the next big transition of my ever-changing life.
Robbin is, as always, what I look forward to every day. I wake up feeling lucky, I go to sleep feeling lucky. We occasionally pick at each other and fight, but hey, two women in one relationship, I figure that's to be expected. I love being with her, I love living with her, I love the way we believe in each others' dreams and survive each others' hardships. We're going to make it.
Anyways, it's a teacher work day, I should go to some teacher work.
Love to all