why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Thursday, June 6, 2013


I spent the last semester working as a sub/floater at the Alfred Binet* School, a public school that serves students with multiple disabilities.

The job was tiring, messy, and also exceptionally fun.  When kids smile--little or big--my heart swells.

And even though I have never worked with special needs students before, I found myself figuring it out with the help of many kind teachers and assistants.

Now that the school year is over, I don't know if I'll be returning in the fall or if I'll begin subbing as a teacher, rather than as an assistant.  And I realize that I'm going to miss those kids and my colleagues so much this summer.  I'm not sure when, but I'll definitely be paying them a visit, even if I don't work there.  Some of the kids might not remember me, but I'll remember them and I can't wait to see how they've grown.

(pronounced bih-'ney; named for this psychologist)


Jacqueline (Chic Advisor) said...

sigh I can remember when I was still in school and couldn't wait till school's out. It's so admirable to see teachers. :) It's a tough job and I love what you guys do.

Cheers, Jacquie

Melissa Blake said...

sounds exciting! best of luck to you!

Meagan Badger said...

This is incredibly sweet and touching. Those kids are lucky to have you!