Saturday, August 24, 2013

Special Ed Party

The head of the special education department (aka special ed, or sped) said we should have a "party" this weekend to enter IEPs into the computer system.

Woohoo.

Okay, if you want me to come in on a weekend, let's just be real about it. It's not a party. It's 10 am on a Sunday morning at school sitting in front of a computer entering data from papers in folders. 

Being a special education teacher is so much more than just the work with the children. There is a vast amount of paperwork and law involved. Deadlines are always looming and you are always careful of communicating information to anyone. Not just the usual privacy, but how you do it. Don't send emails. Document not only phone calls, but attempts to call. Always document. 

I had a pizza party for one of my classes on Friday. I also comforted two crying kids in two different classes. Middle school: always drama. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to rest up for my sped party tomorrow. Where's my party hat? 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Forgiveness

I met up with the man who raped me twenty years ago and this is what happened.
(Note: we had spoken on the phone the day before.)