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

Summer


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)

3 comments:

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
http://chicadvisor.blogspot.ca/

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!