I accepted a position as a special education teacher midway through last year. For me, being a sped teacher evokes many feelings. Pride, frustration, compassion, nausea, confusion, disgust, hilarity, sadness,--you get the point. It also inspires me to remember to take my birth control pill religiously.
When dealing with special needs children, saying that “progress” is measured in baby steps is an understatement. It’s measured in centipede steps with my assortment of kids. And after work, my frustration is measured by my BAC level.
My name is Kristy Pell and I teach K-5th grade at an elementary school in the south. I am almost 24 years old, and like Riti, I have to laugh (and drink) so I don't cry.
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