"Treats on the Beach" is the place in New Smyrna, FL for ice cream. Being our mother's daughters Bonnie will always go for ice cream. Being of the practical mind set we got a 3 scoop order, chocolate peanut butter (for mee) rocky road (for Bonnie) and chocolate (for Ally), rather than 3 1 scoop orders. With that we also ordered mozzarella sticks. The girl taking our order asked if we wanted in a cup or waffle cone???
With a confused look we asked her to repeat that. When she said it again we told her we clarified our request for mozzarella sticks.
"Oh, I thought you said twist." Oops.
After finalizing the order, and I am sure feeling a little silly, she looked at us and said..."I wonder what cheese sticks would taste like in a waffle cone?"
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
...as brave as you are.
I once had the opportunity to work with a young man with Autism. He struggled with change, and needed time to prepare for new routines. It was decided that this young man who had been prepped all summer by him mom to go to one room should move to my classroom.
We started with small steps. First, one out of eight classes. Then, three out of eight. He gave him a cubby in my room for him to move all of his stuff to my classroom. Then he started beginning and ending each day with us.
He wasn't very aware of other people or how his actions affected other people. We worked on helping him to be quite while all of the students, including himself, were working. One day, towards the end of the school year he was making enough noise to distract his classmates while they were suppose to be working. While I walked by his desk I reminded him that I needed him to be quite for at least 10 more minutes.
"But, Miss G. I am just trying to be as brave as you are."
Ah...
Do we ever realize how hard life can be some days.
We started with small steps. First, one out of eight classes. Then, three out of eight. He gave him a cubby in my room for him to move all of his stuff to my classroom. Then he started beginning and ending each day with us.
He wasn't very aware of other people or how his actions affected other people. We worked on helping him to be quite while all of the students, including himself, were working. One day, towards the end of the school year he was making enough noise to distract his classmates while they were suppose to be working. While I walked by his desk I reminded him that I needed him to be quite for at least 10 more minutes.
"But, Miss G. I am just trying to be as brave as you are."
Ah...
Do we ever realize how hard life can be some days.
What, its over...
As previously mentioned I am assisting with doing some of the groups at work. One of the group members has not been shy about his desire to not be in one of the groups specifically for those who are "lower functioning". He had talked to his counselor, talked to the group counselor, and even been disrespectful towards peers to the extent of being excused from the group for a period of time.
One day something happened as we were going to group and he wanted to refuse to come. He came. Once we got there he sat by the far wall rather than join the circle. Given the option of joining the circle or leaving all together he decided to join the circle. Upon joining the circle he participated without distracting peers.
On this particular day group had to end early. I had lost track of the time. Upon noticing movement from the adjacent room I asked if some one had the time. It was time to be done.
"What, its over, I don't want it to be done." When I looked at the young man who said it all I could say was... I am going to quote you on that.
One day something happened as we were going to group and he wanted to refuse to come. He came. Once we got there he sat by the far wall rather than join the circle. Given the option of joining the circle or leaving all together he decided to join the circle. Upon joining the circle he participated without distracting peers.
On this particular day group had to end early. I had lost track of the time. Upon noticing movement from the adjacent room I asked if some one had the time. It was time to be done.
"What, its over, I don't want it to be done." When I looked at the young man who said it all I could say was... I am going to quote you on that.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
...so when YOU were in school.
It had been quite a week. Everyone was struggling with their behaviors. I sat down to talk with the class. All of the students recognized there were things we could all work on to do better. I was actually very impressed with how willing everyone was to give suggestions concerning a possible positive behavior plan.
One of my students had stood up in the back of the room, wondering a bit. We wasn't distracting anyone. He was still able to participate in the conversation. All of a sudden I realized he was raising his hand patiently waiting (this was impressive) for mee to call on him.
When I did he informed mee that he was going to take down the chalkboard behind me and replace it with the whiteboard in his hand. When I asked why he said, "A chalkboard was so when you were in school."
That one got a good laugh....a really good laugh.
One of my students had stood up in the back of the room, wondering a bit. We wasn't distracting anyone. He was still able to participate in the conversation. All of a sudden I realized he was raising his hand patiently waiting (this was impressive) for mee to call on him.
When I did he informed mee that he was going to take down the chalkboard behind me and replace it with the whiteboard in his hand. When I asked why he said, "A chalkboard was so when you were in school."
That one got a good laugh....a really good laugh.
She likes teaching...
I was in one of my first groups. We were all sitting in a circle talking about feelings. The therapist leading the group asked us to share something we enjoyed, or made us feel good. The best thing I could think of was people. The resident sitting to me left said, "She likes teaching."
Wow, I do like teaching. And I am grateful it is obvious to at least one of the boys I have the chance to work with.
Wow, I do like teaching. And I am grateful it is obvious to at least one of the boys I have the chance to work with.
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