In my search for the perfect blog post I realize that I have neglected my professional journal writing. You may be wondering, "isn't blogging the new journaling"? Perhaps, but for me my professional journal is private, for my eyes alone, unless I want to share it with others. Blogging is as candid a public expression of my professional self as I can muster. Nevertheless, it is still edited for public purview. So, I am going to get back to my daily journaling in the marble notebook that I found this morning hidden in a pile of "to read" books and professional magazines. Maybe, I'll even blog about it here.
A child sits alone with a ripped worksheet packet on his desk. He appears to be singing or subvocalizing something though no one hears him. Or, perhaps they're ignoring him. The teacher stands at the front of the room teaching on the SmartBoard. The children follow along in their worksheets. Except the child sitting alone. He is in his own world. No one engages him and he engages no one. My heart aches for this child. He is physically and emotionally removed from the class. I ask him why his paper is ripped. (It's not an accidental rip.) He says he did that on a different day. When he had been frustrated about the work. He tells me that he sometimes sits by himself because the work is too hard for him. He later tells me that he sits by himself because the teacher thinks he talks too much during the lesson. He says he does that because he wants to find out about the "lives of the other children". My first impulse is to rescue him from the wrongheade...
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