My record of the thoughts, feelings, and events I am experiencing in my final year of graduate school to become a School Psychologist.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
My own personal, Davie Crocket...
Lately, I just fall in love with every kid I work with! I was asked to pull out a kid and do some survey level assessment using CBM Oral Reading Fluency probes to figure out if this third grader could read. He had just transferred into the district and the teacher was worried by what she was seeing in the classroom. So I pulled this adorable little boy into my room and we tried to read together. I learned, very quickly that this third grader couldn't read a lick, didn't even know letter sounds. Depressing huh? So he is on the list to get into the intervention program that is starting soon. Some of the kids I have asked to read for me who cannot read get a little defiant or seem indifferent to the activity. However, this lil guy gave it his best shot (which you've got to admire). In between reading passages he loved to tell me stories. He told me about his dad who could speak three languages and knew karate. He attempted to show me some of his own karate moves, showed me every scar on his body, and then he told me the best story ever. He went camping once, and a bear came into his camp. The bear knocked over what his mom was cooking and in the process his mom's arm was burned. So what did my cute little boy do in response? Well, he killed the bear of course! Will a rock no less. And then he used its fur to make something that sounded really cool in spanish which is apparently a blanket of some sort. That kid cracked me up. And thankfully, I can get him some help in his reading too, so it was a great day.
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