Footprints in My Heart
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It's been an interesting journey through life with learning, living and loving I cherish every moment. My Moto in Life: Be Free, Be Educated. Be Aware, Be Alive.
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Footprints on my Heart. Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same. Some people come into our lives and qui I read this on my cousin's Facebook today and simply had to share it. Not only did Bobby look strange, but his behavior was so bizarre that I was convinced he belonged in a classroom that taught social skills. Bobby thought that a rounded sink in the hallway was a urinal, his normal tone of voice was a yell, he was obsessed with Donald Duck and he never made eye contact with anyone.
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Not only did Bobby look strange, but his behavior was so bizarre that I was convinced he belonged in a classroom that taught social skills. Enchanted and Romantic Bridal Fashion. Be Aware, Be Alive. God does not have a Blac Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. It was a struggle to even plan lessons for him.
Not only were his social skills atrocious, but his academic skills were nonexistent. I was sure that Bobby was misplaced in my room. I checked his records and was shocked to learn that his I.
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What could account for his bizarre behavior? After that he was returned to his mother and they had moved to a different town at least once a year. So that was it. I hate to admit it, but I resented him being in my class. My room was crowded enough and I already had several demanding students.
I had never tried to teach someone whose abilities were at such a low level. It was a struggle to even plan lessons for him.
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The first few weeks he was at school I would wake up to find my stomach in knots, dreading to go to work. I took pride in being a good teacher, and I was disgusted with myself for not liking him and not wanting him in my class.
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Despite the fact that he drove me crazy, I tried valiantly to treat him like all of the other students. I never allowed anyone to pick on him in my classroom.
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However, outside of the room, the students made a game out of being mean to him. They were like a pack of wild animals attacking one of their own for being sick or hurt. About a month after he started at the school, Bobby came into my room with his shirt torn and his nose bloodied. He had been jumped on by a group of my students. Bobby sat down at his desk and pretended that nothing was wrong. He opened his book and tried to read it as blood and tears mingled and dripped onto the pages. Outraged, I sent Bobby to the nurse and unleashed a verbal fury on the students who had hurt him.
I told them that they ought to be ashamed of themselves for not liking him because he was different. I yelled that just because he acted strangely, this was even more reason to treat him kindly.
At some point during my verbal assault, I started to listen to my own words and I resolved that I would have to change my thoughts toward him as well. That incident changed how I felt about Bobby. I finally saw past his bizarre behavior and saw a little boy in desperate need of someone to care about him. I realized that the true test of a teacher was not just teaching academics but meeting the needs of the students.
Bobby had extraordinary needs that I had to fill.
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I started buying Bobby clothes from the Salvation Army. I knew that the students made fun of him because he only had three shirts. I carefully chose clothing that was in good condition and in style. He was thrilled with the clothes and it improved his self-esteem tremendously. I escorted Bobby to classes whenever he was worried about being beaten up. I spent extra time with him before school working on homework.