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Neema Gaisi
Spring 2009
This is the day for me to start my second placement. I am going into the fourth grade
class. I had introduced myself to Ms. T the previous week where she informed me that,
“This is a whole different experience than where you are now. It’s a tough class.”
One thing that proved to me how different or rather how odd this class really is, was how
“normal” it was to have a student sitting facing the wall. He was the same boy whose
back I had seen practically every time I walked to the staff lounge.
On my first day, R varied his position from sitting up to tinker with his belongings,
placing his head on the desk and sleeping parts of the day away, or turning his body to
place his forehead on the wall. You had to pass him when entering or leaving the
classroom, so he you couldn’t miss him, yet he remained invisible, tucked away from the
rest of class during instruction time.
Everyone carried on, people walked in, students engaged in discussion, worked their
math problems on the board, and no one bothered to remember R. Life buzzed around
him as he slept most of it away.
During prep, Ms. T went on to inform me that since kindergarten, the school has tried to
place him in an appropriate facility, but the mother who is “mental” refuses to sign. He
went to a psych ward in January for three weeks, “tore up the place”, and was returned to
her class. He was drawn pictures of him shooting her and others, has brought in scissors
in the past, and would climb on the desks. He was placed in her class because she is a
tough teacher. That she certainly is.
I had heard of breaking in pair of new shoes, or people breaking in a wild horse, but for
the first time today, Ms. T explains how she breaks in her students her way. I understand
that setting rules and being firm are necessary for a class to have a sense of order, but I
was taken aback by how she verbalizes doing so.
For the remainder of the day, I took notes of the other students to familiarize myself with
their names. I sketched the layout of the classroom, which appeared gloomier than my
last class. I wrote down their schedule, did a social studies lesson with them, and helped
one student during recess with his math (adding fractions with uncommon denominators).
Throughout the entire day, I had R on my mind. I woke him up for lunch, watched him
get his coat, and observed him as we walked down to recess. He was sedated, calm, and
walked in the line. What is going on in his head, what is he thinking, what is he feeling? I
know that I couldn’t get him off of my mind even when I went home.
Will I be taking home every “problem” home with me?