I am always amazed at how teachers who take a class in SPED suddenly become experts in the field. My son's teacher claims that he understand Autism and the "Spectrum", yet he insists that have the entire class move all of their desks around every 4 weeks or so with no warning "doesn't freak out" my son.
Hello, maybe he isn't "freaking out" on the outside, but inside - God it sure explains a lot of his behaviour at home. The teacher in this case is supposed to be an enlighted, forwarded thinking, changing the
world one kid at a time kind of a guy. He appears that way - I was fooled. Now we know the truth about this very popular elementary teacher. My son adores him and we would never malign him in front of our child, even thought he sometimes makes my child cry on a daily basis.
The lastest had to do with drawing. Part of my child's coping mechanism is drawing. Right now the interest of the hour is Foxes. Yes, those red, furry little creatures that steal chickens. My son's class was watching a movie on "Immigrants". The classroom was about 95 degrees, the lights were out and my son's desk is at the back of the classroom (contradictory to what his IEP mandates). As is with many kids on the spectrum, it's difficult to hold my son's attention - so he draws. This teacher actually sougth out my child in the back of the classroom and told him he couldn't draw foxes. If he wanted to draw he HAD to draw immigrants.
WHAT!!!
What difference does it make. It wasn't like the other kids were drawing and this was a classroom assignment. No my child was using a proven coping mechanism to deal with a situation where he might otherwise not have been able to participate.
No, this teacher insisted until my child broke down crying.
Here we are 4 weeks before the end of school - and this teacher insists that my child has to draw only pre-approved subjects.
I kept thinking to myself as this teacher was defending his action. Hey Mr. X, what if we took away your coping mechanism, your Starbucks coffee? How well would he cope...But what can we really expect from a genX teacher who wear a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops to class.
I'd had high hopes for this teacher (as last year's teacher was FABULOUS) but alas I was wrong and now my child suffers on a daily basis.
Hello, maybe he isn't "freaking out" on the outside, but inside - God it sure explains a lot of his behaviour at home. The teacher in this case is supposed to be an enlighted, forwarded thinking, changing the
world one kid at a time kind of a guy. He appears that way - I was fooled. Now we know the truth about this very popular elementary teacher. My son adores him and we would never malign him in front of our child, even thought he sometimes makes my child cry on a daily basis.The lastest had to do with drawing. Part of my child's coping mechanism is drawing. Right now the interest of the hour is Foxes. Yes, those red, furry little creatures that steal chickens. My son's class was watching a movie on "Immigrants". The classroom was about 95 degrees, the lights were out and my son's desk is at the back of the classroom (contradictory to what his IEP mandates). As is with many kids on the spectrum, it's difficult to hold my son's attention - so he draws. This teacher actually sougth out my child in the back of the classroom and told him he couldn't draw foxes. If he wanted to draw he HAD to draw immigrants.
WHAT!!!
What difference does it make. It wasn't like the other kids were drawing and this was a classroom assignment. No my child was using a proven coping mechanism to deal with a situation where he might otherwise not have been able to participate.
No, this teacher insisted until my child broke down crying.
Here we are 4 weeks before the end of school - and this teacher insists that my child has to draw only pre-approved subjects.
I kept thinking to myself as this teacher was defending his action. Hey Mr. X, what if we took away your coping mechanism, your Starbucks coffee? How well would he cope...But what can we really expect from a genX teacher who wear a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops to class.
I'd had high hopes for this teacher (as last year's teacher was FABULOUS) but alas I was wrong and now my child suffers on a daily basis.
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If that's how he feels, bring him some black coffee, and tell him that's the only thing he can drink. It's a hot day? Tell him he can only wear worsted slacks. I'm pretty sure in about 10 minutes, he'll be as uncomfortable in that situation as your son. (And if that doesn't work, I'll show you what my friend made next time you come over [it's an aluminum version of the paper thing I was trying to make], and you might want one of your own.) Peace out.
What starbucks does he go to? I have connections you know... at MY starbucks (which shall remain nameless) we give decaf to people who "deserve" the headache they give to others....
"Have a nice day!" (enjoy the headache!)
boy, would I love to slip this guy decaf...
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