No internet again. Writing on my iPhone but not enjoying it at all. I had plans to continue my series of posts on assessment tonight but it's not going to happen. Just checking in so I don't miss a slice day. I guess this is my slice - a regular part of what my life is like living in a developing country. I can live with these small interruptions because the benefits are so much greater. Hopefully, by tomorrow there will be wifi and I can slice on my laptop.
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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