Reia smiles and reaches up, hands cupped to whisper something in my ear.
I lean down to meet her, expecting to hear another secret about her period, her class, her life, and then:
“My grandmother had a stroke. She’s in the hospital.”
Reia is still smiling, unfazed when I look back at her.
“Are you upset?” I ask her. The smile drops. Reia spends class making a “get well” card. I let her, although I know her grandmother would disapprove. The beautiful woman, color of chestnuts, flitting around the room.
“See, Reia!” she says, staring at the Native American bulletin board in my room for the first parent-teacher conference. “They were here first. Imagine all that space! All that space.” She reads the quote from Sitting Bull. “’I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free….’ Imagine it, Reia. Imagine it!”
Reia writes her grandmother’s room number on the board for me. “Mrs. Arthur,” it says, “Room 328.” Continue reading
A few weeks back, I was roaming the halls of a school in New Orleans when I spotted a very Together Teacher bag that wayyyyyyyyy outsized a normal teacher bag or backpack. This thing even knocked the pants off my old-school L.L. Bean enormous tote! This had pockets, and lots of them!
Being the friendly stalker that I am, I introduced myself and got the lowdown from Rosie T., a Special Education Inclusion Associate Teacher for grades 3 – 6. She pushes in to general education classes to support kids with special needs, and, get this, Rosie is in SIX CLASSROOMS A DAY.
Rosie told me why she loves being a mobile teacher and how she stays organized. Love her positive attitude! Continue reading