Monday, May 6, 2019

Teacher Appreciation

My daughter’s school is celebrating teacher appreciation week this week.   One of the things the children do is write a note to their teachers.   My daughter excels at writing letters to people.   My son struggles with figuring out what to say, but he has plenty of other strengths.

After school today she wrote two of the five letters.   She’s finishing dessert now and wants to go and keep writing the rest of them until bedtime tonight.   She just types these things out without having to figure out what she’s going to say in advance.   They’re very touching.   For a first grader, she’s expressive in words.  

She still phonetically spells lots of things, although once she learns a word, she never forgets how to spell it.   Interestingly, she misspells ‘braille’; I don’t know that she’s ever had to spell it before.  

To her VI teacher (whom she adores).   She spends an hour with Miss Sample every day.



This one is to Miss B, her Braillest.   Mrs. B. stays with her all day, every day.  All the materials my daughter has in class have been recreated, in braille and with other tactile elements so that she can complete all the same school work her classmates do.   Mrs. B has only one student: my daughter.



She is going to write a letter to Mr. Adam, her Orientation and Mobility teacher, her first grade teacher and the teacher’s assistant tomorrow.  She has a lot of teachers and she loves them all.

The Big Boy Update:  Speaking of extemporaneous writing, my son is writing a letter to a kindergarten student tomorrow that will be rising into his class next year.   This is the first thing he’ll do as a rising “third year” in the classroom he’s been in for the past two years.   Montessori classrooms span a three-year cycle, with my son rising as a third year next year.   He’s looking forward to being one of the leaders of his class.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter wanted to know if today was Friday.   We asked her if she remembered yesterday being at the beach.   She asked us if we were sure it wasn’t Friday.   We told her we were.

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