Heather taught the yoga class this morning. I had plans of talking to her after class about my PT, Katie, who said that she knew Heather from the bar where she worked. I gave Heather her name but no bells. She understood who I meant when I told her she worked at Ola’s. I have given both of them permission to speak about me. Two body nerds, no waiting, and Betty makes three. I had mentioned to Katie that I thought I owed Heather money for all the personal observations she has shared with me. There’s one yoga teacher who will only do that once you’ve paid him a lot of money for one of his privates. Heather said she wanted to schedule a private with me. I told her I was thinking of giving her money for what she has done for me already. She said no, no. She would do it for free. She sees it as an equal exchange. She sees me as her teacher. She also wanted to compare notes to see what I’m working on to see how she can help me more. I told her no way. I had the money, and she needed it.
I stopped at Island Naturals to pick up some spinach. They had none in stock. I took home some broccoli. I went home, searched my email to see if there were any updates on the library book request list from St. Patrick’s. I need it reformatted and enlarged so I can read it without going blind.
I showered and went to school. I don’t usually go on Wednesday, but I wanted to follow up with B. in Mrs. D.’s class. He had a breakthrough with his spelling yesterday. When we started, he couldn’t bring up an image. As we continued working, one came up. I asked him what he did to make that happen. At first, he said he didn’t know, but then he thought he did. He was able to spell several words correctly. Unfortunately, you have to get every letter correct in sequential order for it to be considered correct. For kids who have problems, giving credit for each letter that is correct and in the correct order would be very beneficial. I don’t know if B. will have an improved score on tomorrow’s test, but we both think he’s moving in the right direction.
I worked with R. next. She just read the new story. She did a pretty good job. She was anxious to get back in the room because they were doing art.
N. came out next for a few minutes. He was working on a book about Henri Rousseau. He didn’t have the vocabulary he needed, but he did well. He made several inferences. However, when asked to imagine what strolled meant in the sentence, “He strolled through the parks in Paris,” he came up with sat. Come to think of it, you can sit through a movie, but you still can’t sit through a park. I cued him enough, and he finally came up with walked. It didn’t take forever. That’s a good sign.
Mrs. D. said there was this one boy who was driving her crazy with his behavior. He stood on his chair one day and screamed. Okay. I asked him if he was happy acting this way. He said no. I asked him if he would like me to help him. He said yes. I met with him after N. I helped him realize that while one part of him wanted to behave appropriately, another part of him didn’t. I was just aiming for understanding that he wasn’t of one mind, something most adults realize when faced with their favorite junk food or anything they’re addicted to. I didn’t think we had solved the problem at hand, but it was a start. I asked him if he wanted to work with me again. He said yes.
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