The only real injury from that I sustained was grand mal seizures. My mother asked people to come and pray, I believe God saved my life. I was very ill and in a coma for a long while. You see I was born "normal" however around nine months I caught encephalitis. I remember crying the night my mother came to me to tell me he had died in a seizure. His sister was my babysitter and he was my friend. I never really thought of him as different. We would play hide and seek, he would chase me while I rode my bike. When I was five I had a 23 year old neighbor who was intellectually delayed (mentally retarded for those of you who do not know the knew term.) Though he was so much older he was mentally around my same age. However, it was my first exposure to children who were not the same as me. As I was only two I do not know how well it worked. For instance, I would point to the airplane in the sky, and say "airplane!" The idea was that the children who were deaf would look up and also see the plane and try and say the word. My mother says that they needed toddlers who could speak to model speech for children who could not yet speak. Near my home their was a program for deaf toddlers.
HELLO NEIGHBOR HIDE AND SEEK STORY EXPLAINED FULL
When I was two I spoke in full sentences, baby sentences I am sure, but my mother says people understood me. However, my story is unique and only God could have made this come together as well as it all did. I have taught special education for the last 12 1/2 years. The kids swear I taught her to do it, but that was all on her own!Īnother thing she does is check every door to see if she can get out. As soon as she sees all the children are sitting down, she flaps and squeaks and drenches them all. Then when she notices the kids are getting ready, she waits patiently. While the kids are getting their books and chairs, Mango soaks herself in her fresh water. I have a class veterinarian that gets Mango fresh water, and helps me get her food. However, Fridays are special, because the kids get to read to Mango instead. Daily, our first job in the morning is to read a book and take an accelerated reader test if they are able. However, Mango had her own games in mind. I explained my theory, that kids my want to talk more to an animal who has no judgement, than to an adult. She was darling and learned quickly, but I didn't think I would get away with bringing her to school. Her name is Mango and I bought her for myself when I graduated with my secondary credential in special education k-12. Little did I know how intelligent my little parrot is, and how much my children would enjoy her.
It is also a special treat for good behavior. I have found especially with children who do not wish to speak, they will speak to my parrot, rather than me. One thing I do in my classroom, about once a week, is bring in my Senegal parrot. So part of my thoughts in creating this blog is to write about the funny things that happen in my classroom as well as to be of assistance to those who made need help navigating the crazy world of special ed.
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