Was lining up at the counter earlier to pay for the special paper I bought for our class activity tomorrow. In my hand was my portfolio with its zipper open. I forgot that I opened it so when I flipped my portfolio, all my colored pens were on the floor. And I just stared at it, asking myself, where did that come from and who’s the owner. Gush.. It took me a while to realize that it was mine not until the person in front of me picked it up and handed back my pens. Wheew.. This is not good. I have these episode sometimes. Like my brain cease to function, stopped to think and just rest blankly. Hahayz.. The long weekend I had was I guess not effective as rest days since I had to wake up early those days while vacationing at my mother’s hometown. Well at least, I spent it with my cousin and away from work (eventhough I brought some work with me but failed to continue working on them). Oh well.. More to come of these brain freeze episodes. Hehe..
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Read this line somewhere, “When your student hurt you, do not hurt him back. Hurt the other student instead”. Haha.. Unreasonable.. Okay okay.. I’m just tired right now. Thinking up of reasons why I don’t want to go to work today or handle my MR student. For one, she would be hyperactive again this time. Yesterday, I had to restrain her feet so she won’t kick me or lie on the floor. I must say, she made me weary after almost an hour of doing that. I felt like I had a workout in the gym, except that my dumbells were her feet and strength. Hahayz.. Sometimes, I just want to sit with her in our room and not say anything, not try to teach her anything and just stare blankly at her, see her smile for no reason at all. Glad my other 2 students weren’t as tough as her yesterday.
Finally, I’m done with my reports, but not after watching Star Trek 6 : Undiscovered Country. Hehe.. To say, I rewarded myself in advance with this one.
Back to my topic, made 3-pages and 4-pages report per child and another 2-pages for a new one. Much browsing, scanning and reading through preferences like books, notes, articles on the net, even previous reports I made for my old student and reports from other professionals forwarded to me. Tedious job we say but necessary for the child’s progress, where the child is right now, his needs and capabilities. More so, getting to know the child more and knowing where best to develop and address his skills or learning.
Finished my report at 4AM with some background music from my stored files. In the morning however, continued my reward of finishing the Star Trek movies my brother had in his computer. Watched Star Trek 8 : First Contact and Star Trek 9 : Insurrection. Great movies to watch on a break though.
Spitted on me. Pushed me to the wall. Pushed my chair and laughed when I fell on the floor. Threw the blocks I let her work on, sometimes on my face. Punched my face and my left arm, it even lose its strength. Attempted to push her finger into my mouth and nose. Bit my stomach and legs. With that, I isolated my student with mental retardation into the corner with her chair, only. And those were not enough. She stood up, picked her plastic chair and threw it to me and her classmate diagnosed with Down syndrome. Then she came to us, lifted the plastic table and threw it in the direction of her classmate. It hit her in the foot. I don’t know what else to do so I isolated her again in the corner. Without even looking at her direction, no attention at all, not even a glance or any concern from her classmate, no word, none whatsoever. It may be harsh but I had to isolate her to make her feel and know that she is misbehaving, in the hope that she’ll feel it. Facing the wall, she started murmuring about something. I think she was imitating an authority figure in her life and pretending it talking to her. Some words got my attention. It were not something I wanted to be said to her, a child suffering from seizures and mental retardation. After much words, I stood up and walked to her. Moved her chair to face me, she still continued on with her murmurs while pointing fingers on my face, pushing her finger actually. When she stood up, I just hugged her. She still continued on murmuring. She’s the same student I had who always gave me a warm hug whenever she arrives at school. My heart really sank for her. I wish her parents would know how she is really. How she is when her seizure occurs and how she is cognitively. Her parents are so dependent on her yaya which became more like a mother to her since her yaya knows her more than her parents does and had witnessed her seizure lapses nd all. I hope she could stillimprove despite having her body drowned in medicines. Her hyperactivity and wildness nowadays were due to the medicines she’s taking to control her seizures, and most of those were on trial basis. Poor student, she’s like an experiment. Please include her in your prayers.
Or what I sometimes call, monday blues.
Yups.. It’s still Monday, the first workday of the week yet I feel drained already. It’s like all of my energy and enthusiasm were left in my bed pressed down with my blanket. Hahayz..
Last week was torture. Everyday is a battle field. One of my student not only had to be restraint. I had to avoid her spits, punches on my face and upper body, pushes, slams on the wall and even learns to scratch my face. Where did she learned all of these? Imagine having a student like that who wouldn’t even understand what you were talking about. Sometimes I would just want to punch her back to make her feel the pain. Hehehe.. The perks of our job.
Hahayz.. I better get over these. Thinking of her right now makes me want to call my workplace and fake being sick. I want to rest. Treat me for an ice cream will yah. 