Mainstreamed 1981 First grade white boards, no chalk back-to-school night no walkers or wheel chairs Thirty students, not ten My first time meeting parents, classmates Intent on his goal, Bird drops to the ground lurches his way on hands and knees turns, waves me to his desk Their eyes
ah, my heart so much with you. We had the small classes and an issue for us with my very tall child was that he was almost as big as the teacher and 8" taller than the other kids. Many lessons on not hitting, etc...Mainstreaming him would never have worked so I can only imagine the difficulties and pain inherent. "Our lone galaxy..." ah yes. Thank you for allowing this to come to light.
"...Our lone galaxy/spinning/toward a black hole." Great last lines! Really left me with a taste of what this felt like for you!
I'm really glad. One of the worst evenings of my life.
You've wonderfully captured my own first day.
I'm so sorry your first day was like that.
the heartbreak of otherness...
ah, my heart so much with you. We had the small classes and an issue for us with my very tall child was that he was almost as big as the teacher and 8" taller than the other kids. Many lessons on not hitting, etc...Mainstreaming him would never have worked so I can only imagine the difficulties and pain inherent. "Our lone galaxy..." ah yes. Thank you for allowing this to come to light.