Today I spoke to a student I have been mentoring over the past few days. He is, well, he is special if you understand. He, he is, dyslexic, has OCD, with slow grasping power and needs special attention. We have these students in our school. They have easier curriculum and subjects. So did he. But the problem is something else.
The session started with discovering that the child needed special attention and needed to be a part of the SEN Department, The Special Education Needs cell. He has been shifted, from my class to this other one that caters to his needs. The thing is, he calls me everyday. Without fail. For the one month he was with me, I have no idea what it was, he grew close.
And now when he calls and talks in broken syllables, all he manages to say is ….. “Ma’am, they have taken me away, I want you…you… you…you are are a very good teacher”
This is what he hung up with.
What followed was a series of calls to the school counselor who assured me it will be taken care of.
His mother called especially to express gratitude. What in the world can be more gratifying than having someone who treats your child as his/her own. I can sense that.
As teachers, this is what our days, evening walks…are made up of.
As humans, this is what our humanity surmises.
And as women, this is what we hold within.
The sanity and the groundedness.
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This piece resonated with me. I am a retired teacher who taught students with special needs and learnt a lot from them.
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Yes, true, we learn a lot from them. In fact, this same student called a few days back and asked how my classes are going on, ….
Glad this resonates with you. 🙂
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Lovely write-ups, Shalini, since I met you,i could find that you have genre to write. Encouraging for ever.
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Thank you 🙂
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