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melluransa
melluransaThis week was my last week having the full caseload of 43 kids at the preschool. Next week I will step back, let my supervisor enact therapy again, and take some time to observe other educational professionals. On May 4th is graduation! *huge huge huge grin*
In the meantime, I'm scheduling job interviews and applying at lots of places. I hope to get into somewhere local. I'm so sick of commuting. I might have to move upstate to the biggest metropolitan area. I'm not sure I'm ready to move either, but I will if I have to.
My last week was pretty awesome. My kids did well and a couple of them are coming leaps and bounds. It's so cool to see. And it's also pretty amusing how 4-5 year olds tend to have extremes in their moods and behaviors. One moment I'm hugged, and the other moment a kid is crying.
Child 1, fake name used: My mom said I'm Johnny today. But I'm not Johnny. Today, I's skeleton Johnny. See? *gestures wildly, jumping and screaming*
Child 2: I scarecrow. (He was a scarecrow for five minutes. I couldn't get him to put his arms down)
Child 3, tearfully pouting and lisping all his /s/ sounds: I never win. I hate thpeech. I don't even like coming here anyway. I never get to go firtht.
Child 4, who lisps too: Theriouthly?!!?? (Seriously?)
Child 5: *feigning sleep*
Child 6: What's he doing?
Me: Looks like he's pretending to be asleep.
Child 6: Oh my god I thought he was a zombie or something.
Me: And what do you buy at the grocery store? Milk?
Child 7: Milk and cereal and juice and laundry soap. Laundry soap. LAUNDRY SOAP.
Me: What do you use laundry soap for?
Child 7: Washing.
Me: Washing what?
Child 7: Babies.
Child 8: I wish I could fly like a bird. I'm gonna ask Santa to give me flying powers.
Child 8, talking about a picture of a melted snowman: He drank hot coffee and he melted.
Child 8: I love you, Miss (Melluransa). And I love you too, Miss (Supervisor). I love coming to speech.
♥
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In the meantime, I'm scheduling job interviews and applying at lots of places. I hope to get into somewhere local. I'm so sick of commuting. I might have to move upstate to the biggest metropolitan area. I'm not sure I'm ready to move either, but I will if I have to.
My last week was pretty awesome. My kids did well and a couple of them are coming leaps and bounds. It's so cool to see. And it's also pretty amusing how 4-5 year olds tend to have extremes in their moods and behaviors. One moment I'm hugged, and the other moment a kid is crying.
Child 1, fake name used: My mom said I'm Johnny today. But I'm not Johnny. Today, I's skeleton Johnny. See? *gestures wildly, jumping and screaming*
Child 2: I scarecrow. (He was a scarecrow for five minutes. I couldn't get him to put his arms down)
Child 3, tearfully pouting and lisping all his /s/ sounds: I never win. I hate thpeech. I don't even like coming here anyway. I never get to go firtht.
Child 4, who lisps too: Theriouthly?!!?? (Seriously?)
Child 5: *feigning sleep*
Child 6: What's he doing?
Me: Looks like he's pretending to be asleep.
Child 6: Oh my god I thought he was a zombie or something.
Me: And what do you buy at the grocery store? Milk?
Child 7: Milk and cereal and juice and laundry soap. Laundry soap. LAUNDRY SOAP.
Me: What do you use laundry soap for?
Child 7: Washing.
Me: Washing what?
Child 7: Babies.
Child 8: I wish I could fly like a bird. I'm gonna ask Santa to give me flying powers.
Child 8, talking about a picture of a melted snowman: He drank hot coffee and he melted.
Child 8: I love you, Miss (Melluransa). And I love you too, Miss (Supervisor). I love coming to speech.
♥
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