I Am a Teacher
In my Grade Three class I have a child who is rather special. He has epilepsy and is also autistic; he is on an individual learning plan for most of his subjects. When he was younger he missed a lot of school due to being very ill with his epilepsy. Now he is on a medication that works quite well for him.
This child's literacy is fairly basic; up until now the emphasis has been on pre reading skills of learning basic phonograms. His Maths is also a couple of years behind but was showing more progress than his reading. At age ten he still was not able to read independently.
We have an integration aide who has been working daily with this child, patiently repeating and reinforcing so many of his basic skills. I knew the time must be close for a breakthrough in his reading.
Today after he had done his work he took a book and sat down in front of the heater. Usually he prefers to construct things from cardboard and paper in his free time. It is unusual to see him with a book. And what's more, he was reading it. I called him over to my desk.
"Read that book to me!" I asked him. And he did. Some words he needed prompting with, but he got most of it. It was "Go, Dog, Go!" by Dr Zeuss. It was such a special moment! He was so proud of himself. He read it to me, then he read it to one of the aides, then to another of the aides, and finally I gave the book to him to keep and he took it home to read to his mother.
One of those great moments!
This child's literacy is fairly basic; up until now the emphasis has been on pre reading skills of learning basic phonograms. His Maths is also a couple of years behind but was showing more progress than his reading. At age ten he still was not able to read independently.
We have an integration aide who has been working daily with this child, patiently repeating and reinforcing so many of his basic skills. I knew the time must be close for a breakthrough in his reading.
Today after he had done his work he took a book and sat down in front of the heater. Usually he prefers to construct things from cardboard and paper in his free time. It is unusual to see him with a book. And what's more, he was reading it. I called him over to my desk.
"Read that book to me!" I asked him. And he did. Some words he needed prompting with, but he got most of it. It was "Go, Dog, Go!" by Dr Zeuss. It was such a special moment! He was so proud of himself. He read it to me, then he read it to one of the aides, then to another of the aides, and finally I gave the book to him to keep and he took it home to read to his mother.
One of those great moments!
By:
perseverer
Age:
51-55
,
Female
