*sniffle, sniffle* AAAH-CHOO!
I caught a cold. In April. A no good, stuffy-nosed, can’t breathe for crap COLD. I thought maybe I would get lucky and it would be allergies, because my car is covered in green pollen and I’ve been sneezing like a banshee, but my swollen lymph nodes beg to differ. At this point, I’m hoping it IS a cold and not either the a.) stomach virus, or b.) strep throat that’s going around school. Occupational hazard of working with kids, I guess, especially special-needs kids who aren’t necessarily really great with the personal hygiene anyway. If I had a nickel for every time I said, “Go Purel your hands please, bud,” I’d be a rich a lady.
You know, I really like my job, but it’s amazing how my life has become like a game of leapfrog from one weekend to the next since I started working at the school. Part of it is that working my regular job and then working two hours at the tutoring center immediately after is kind of tiring, but most of it, I think, is that my kids are TOUGH. It’s a little crazy; we only have six kids in our room, and three staff (one lead teacher, two TA’s), and it’s still tough. Each of the kids has his own individual challenges that we need to keep on top of. Two of them are mostly just spacey; they tend to “delay their task” a lot by kind of zoning out and they need a lot of redirection. I mentioned the one that’s really work-resistant 90% of the time. I spend most of my time tricking him into doing his work, or sitting with him on his earned break because he didn’t do his work and therefore didn’t earn his break. We have one that’s more ADHD/learning disabled than Aspie, and he’s one of the toughest because he can’t seem to focus on his own work. He’s all over the place, all up in everyone else’s stuff, and he’s so used to individualized attention that he doesn’t work independently at all anymore. One of the little guys is one of my favorites; he’s such a cute kid. He has anger problems, though – in particular, he’s really NOT a good sport, and he’s been known to throw chairs when he loses a video game. His deal mostly with work is that he gets really off-topic really fast. The last one is a pretty good kid, works pretty well by himself, but has some more classic Aspie/autistic behaviors and some pretty crazy family issues. He probably tries my patience the least.
Anyway. My whole point here was to say that even though I’m feeling icky, I’ve been assured by the lovely ladies at Woolbearers that there will be an Ashford Kiwi waiting for me on May 2, come hell or high water. Happy early birthday to ME. :D



