I can't talk a lot about the last one, because of privacy and all that stuff, but I'd really like to: a lot of the kids are really great. I'm working with all kinds of different kids, with different disabilities and different abilities. I don't necessarily like all of them, but I do like most of them. I mean, when you're working on figures of speech with two kids with ASD, and they spend thirty seconds screaming "You're an idiom!" "No, you're an idiom!" at each other, what's not to love?
Anyhow, I've had my computer back for a few weeks now, but haven't put anything up, mostly because I'd gotten out of the habit. But I figure, if I force myself back into it, then it should get progressively easier over time. So I shall. Consider the following scene:
Yesterday I was on my way to pick up the Peach at the end of a long day. I was clad in my trademark cowboy hat (that had been sitting dusty and unused because the long hair had made it unwearable) and navy blue hoodie. I sat at a red light in a 1992 Burgundy Ford Taurus, windows down, and I was listening to some very loud bhangra music, banging my head enthusiastically. I look up to see three young men standing on the sidewalk, looking at me strangely. I mean, surely they've seen a guy in a cowboy hat and a hooded sweatshirt listening to Punjabi pop music before, right? Right?