I am a substitute teacher’s assistant which means I fill in when an assistant is absent for a whole host of reasons. I suspect one of those reasons might be to take a day off for tending to their stressed-out nerves. One of many advantages of being a part-time substitute is I can take a few days off between assignments to avoid nervous breakdown country.
This job has given me an appreciation for school staffs. I didn’t give my own teachers enough credit for putting up with me and my peers back in the 60 and 70s.
One of my assignments that I have added to my “war stories chest” was about a male student who was “all hands”. This was his most used body part! While trying to doing a one-on-one assignment with him, he kept putting his hands on my face, neck, and once attempted to go further south. This wasn’t a surprise since I had been in his class a few months back. That time he repeatedly touched me in my privates. I wasn’t upset with him since he’s only 5-years-old. If he were older, well, now that would be an entirely different story. HA!
I escorted him to gym class with another student who was one of the two girls in the class. The rest were all boys. I didn’t have to watch the girl and it’s a good thing she didn’t need as much watching because the boy couldn’t be left alone. He would chase after other kids to get his hands on one. It didn’t help that some kids would come up to him knowing full well he would chase after them.
One of my better assignments was an afternoon subbing for a kindergarten aide. I seldom EVER do kinder, but I thought I could manage a half-day. I was surprised when this assignment was a four star one. The reason had everything to do with my “Billy” (autism). Billy isn’t entirely a thorn in my side.
On the bright side, I credit Billy with my attention to detail, my craze with organizing things, putting things in order alphabetically, numerically, or some other system. Well, in this assignment, I went from each of the kinder classes and did whatever the teacher needed. In all cases, it was to work on paperwork such as stuffing kids’ folders. Such work is right up Billy’s alley!
Not that I had to, but I finished the folders with putting them in numerical order knowing that they wouldn’t be kept that way. But as long as they were under my control, they would be in ORDER! I was on cloud nine doing this kind of work that other folks find BORING! It is when I have to do heavy-duty social interacting with the kids that will wear me out … especially KINDER with 20-something of ’em per class.