poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

at 9:04

It was the last image
I expected
long legs reciting hello old friend
when I opened the mail at 9:03.

I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was the day before.
And when I stubbed my pinkie toe at 9:04
shutting the front door,
I yelled not from throbbing pain but from
the unexpectedness.

Of that.
Of you.

And all I could do was fall back to 
hairbands and conversation.

Good day
Good night
Good dear friend.

Saturday, January 02, 2016

Work. Work. Work.

So...part of the new year in the classroom means that I have to put task or vocational boxes in the room. With ED kids, they are mostly typical, so I am struggling to decide what to create and apply. I do not want to tasks to be too easy for them, but I also do not want it to be too difficult. During my search, I found a great link for writing IEP goals, on  The School Psych Toolbox, which I completely plan on using at some point.

That said, anyone out there has any ideas, I'd love to hear from you!

"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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