tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637976725175049589.post7638150305750998347..comments2024-01-08T22:18:16.316-07:00Comments on Our Life...: Children of a KingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637976725175049589.post-10286325075054996872016-03-05T23:56:58.167-07:002016-03-05T23:56:58.167-07:00I had flash backs to a few weeks ago when I subbed...I had flash backs to a few weeks ago when I subbed in Granite School District for a day, of Grade 2 and Grade 3, severely handicapped. About 20 in the class. Some were hoping for a smile from me. I was new to them. Some could speak some could not, or they just made sounds. A couple had walkers. More than once, I had to maintain my composure, and not cry for them. To communicate, the regular aids and instructor taught and used sign language. We went through a pre kindergarten type of math and reading. One child got a little out of control, one of the aids, a big fellow, hugged the child, and held him, looking into his eyes smiling, showing love, the child relaxed and quieted down. I learned more that day about life, than I ever though possible. Some subs shy away from these classes. I have since subbed at Hunter High School, with older kids, in the same situation. By the end of the day, they acknowledged me and tried to communicate with me. Like you said, sometimes they are the teacher.Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13451337461234498232noreply@blogger.com