You know, a wonderful thing happened today. I of course got to see the smiling boy again, he smiles every time he sees me, I wonder if it’s because every time I see him I smile.
Anyway, I was taking a test in history. Then I hear a wail. I know that wail anywhere, that’s Smiling Boy. It sounds like a sad wail this time and I want so desperately to help but I can’t. I just think to myself, “it’s either my reputation and grade or helping him. Which is it gonna be?” I decided to stay, I figured Ms. Rosa and the other SE teachers could handle it.
So my teacher, upon hearing him wail says “now’s not the best time Carter” or something to that effect (there’s no one in our class named Carter so it’s safe to assume she meant Smilibg Boy).
Carter. Now he has a proper name. I wonder if he knows mine. Probably not. He probably thinks of me as “the girl who stares at me and smiles.” (Although probably not quite like that, I’m not sure he thinks I’m words, I don’t know much about him, other than that the only expressing he can do verbally seems to be wailing and laughing). Either that or he doesn’t know I exist. Or maybe, just maybe, he enjoys my company.
I don’t know how to approach him so I don’t. Plus we are in different PE classes (same period, different teacher).
He also wears fingerless gloves all the time and I’m not sure why.
He’s the light in my day honestly. I’d love to work with kids like him, that’s why I want to be a Special Ed teacher. I know there will be lots of bad days but I think the good will far outweigh the bad, making it all worth it.
If any special ed teachers have input let me know.