And true to
form, five minutes later the bell rang, and eight or ten students walked
through the open door. And as the pupils assumed their places at their
appointed desks, Mrs. Watson got up from her seat, and walked a couple of steps
to the blackboard.
“Class, this
is Dr. McDonald. He will be helping us today since Miss Fishhamer is taking a
personal day off.”
And with her
acknowledgment of my presence, I waved and smiled.
The teacher
continued.
“I want you
to turn to page 27 in your mathematics textbook and do problems 8 through 17.
Your work will be due at the end of the class period.”
(and)
“I’m going
to write your assignment on the board.”
(and looking
in my direction),
“Dr.
McDonald, would you mind helping Jenny?”
She nodded
in the direction of a twelve year old young lady who bore all the hallmarks of
Down’s Syndrome. I nodded, picked up my student desk with one hand, and set it
immediately to the right of the chair in which Jenny sat.
And since my
young charge had not yet opened her mathematics textbook, I opened it for her,
and looked over the problems which confronted us. I was surprised to say the
least.
6+7 =___ 8+8=___
4+6+3=___ 7-3=___ 7-4=___
I mean, I
had learned to add and subtract single digits in the first grade, and I found
myself sitting in a middle school, (though admittedly ESE) classroom.
(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 66. By William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending.
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