I thought about the recent incident when one of my students had become difficult. He was holding onto what was left of my shirt with such a tight grip. We were surrounded by three other carers. Slowly and gently, they prised his fingers away, and reassured him...and me!
Not every school and hospital is the same.
I see real caring and affection for the students where I work, even though I am there only two hours a week. It is still unmistakeable, woven into every action and word spoken by the staff.
But...if I was looking to place my handicapped child somewhere... I would be even more worried than before.
Anyway, today's hot news:
The girl who loves keys has a new pair of glasses which cover up her astonishing large cornflower blue eyes, and she has been persuaded to wear them at last. She also surprised me by singing along with a Bob Marley song Is this Love, which she must have learned at home.
The shirt removing boy, who is now to be known as the boy who loves ponies (because he does), was very happy today, and went off to equitation after music with his hat on back to front, he was so enthusiastic.
The boy who just says oui wasnt there. He is off to try out a new establishment for adults (he is now in his twenties I seem to remember) He will be back though, it is just a try out.
Everyone else danced a bit sang a bit and made me feel very happy indeed, which is probably not the object of the exercise, but, why not?