There are laws that stipulate that a teacher must be in the room with any groups of students when any other adult is present, and that is how I found myself being a computer tower this afternoon.
I was asked to be the teacher in the room as a counsellor/speech pathologist worked with a small group of learning support students. The first activity was physically acting out a scene or a thing. We were a computer and when one student was asked to be a part of a computer he suggested a computer tower/hard drive, but he was too shy to act it out, so I got the pleasure of leaving my comfy viewing chair and being a piece of hardware. I did it with style though, might I add. Then I got to be a swimmer at the beach, only to be told by another student that my hand strokes were not correct! Critics; they are everywhere! My final presentation was as a whiteboard. I doubt if anyone has ever acted a whiteboard better.
After that we did “I” statements to bullies. When you did …. I felt…. I want…. It was a stretch for me, because being the shy retiring type that I am I find I statements difficult….. ho, ho, ho. I did find it difficult though when my bully told me he was better at minecraft than I was. I wanted to agree “too right you are” but acted out my part and suggested that we just play together without competition. The therapist told me I had given a great answer and I positively beamed.
One of the students in the class is the adopted son of a colleague. She has told me previously that he had an anger management problem (after he punched another student in the face), but I fear it is more than that. He is in eighth grade, doesn’t have a great level of intelligence and has a fascination with violence. As I listened and watched him interacting in the class I just thought that he was possibly a psychopath and that if I heard in years to come that he had either ended up in jail, or worse still bludgeoned his parents to death in their sleep, I may not be all that surprised.
He was born in an Asian country and was close to three years of age before they were able to bring him to Australia. I don’t know what happened in his early development phases, but something certainly impacted very severely. Previously she has described to me the moment she saw him in his cot in the orphanage and how excited she was to hold him. I don’t think they knew of his learning and emotional issues at that stage but had probably been warned of such a possibility, or at least I hope so.
Life is so cruel at times – cruel to him and his parents, and no doubt his birth parents as well. One does wish they were Queen of the World, or a goddess to right such wrongs at times…