Thursday, February 28, 2013


During a speech session today I told a student that she wasn't able to play a game.  She gave me a face that indicated that she wasn't happy with me so I said, sympathetically "Oh, bummer!"  To which she hastily reprimanded me, "Hey! Don't say that word!" I asked, "why not?" To which she replied, "It's IN-A-PO-PEE-ATE!"

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I'd rather

While working in the 2s and 3s year old preschool classroom I noticed one of the students had a really snotty nose.  So I said, "{Student X}, looks like your nose needs to be wiped.  There is a tissue in the box on the shelf (while pointing to the shelf)."  His response was, "I'd rather use my sleeve."  And promptly did so.

Friday, February 22, 2013

whipping cream...

While working at the book center in a 2s and 3s year old classroom, I was reading the book Panda Bear, Panda Bear, What do you See? On the last page of the book, which looks like this...

I paused and asked a student to tell me what the 'dreaming child' saw..  my student started... "a panda bear, [pause] a eagle [pause] a BALD eagle, [pause] a water buffalo, [pause] a spider monkey, [pause] a sea turtle, [pause] a macaroni-ni pen-gah-win, [pause] a sea lion, [pause] a red wolf, [pause] a whipping cream... and a (whispering) black panther..."

my uncle

A preschool student arrived in the Speech Therapy room and started to help me get a game set up.  As we were setting the game up, he hit his elbow on the walk and said, "Ow!  My uncle!"

Monday, February 18, 2013


I am going to start this blog out by saying... this is not a happy topic.  For those of you who would have a tendency to overlook or pooh pooh the negative situations in life, read no further.

I had been pondering for a while if I had any topics to blog about.  It wasn't until now, the time that I should be heading to bed (or rather should be sleeping already) that the title of this blog came to mind.  My current studies have jogged my memory of a few incidences in life that are not pleasant, and have had life long effects.  With that being said, I also want my reader to know, I have overcome what I am to write about, or so at least I think I have, in majority.

Now for the history of the topic- I am currently studying Forensic Psychology and just completed a paper regarding a particular type of assaults and their effects on the victims, and I contemplated the fact that for this type of assault in the majority of cases the assailant is known to the victim.  From here, I started to think about other types of assaults and was reminded of one such assault on myself.  An assault of bullying.

Yes, bullying is in the news, and in the news a lot.  Is there an issue with it?  In my opinion, yes!  I have been bullied and at some level still experience bullying into my adult life.  Some may call it "gentle ribbing" or "teasing" but it isn't that when it is intended to make a person feel bad for who they are or for what they are.  In all of the years that I expereinced bullying, I can, as an adult say, I was targeted.  I was a target for bullying.  Case in point...

I don't specifically recall if I was in the 6th or 7th grade at the time, but I do remember this... I was told by a "friend" or someone I thought of as a friend, that she was going to beat me up over the recess period the next day.  In all my naiveness  I didn't believe her.  Why would someone you help with their homework and someone you engage in normal conversation on a daily basis just 'beat you up'?  The next day, true to her word, I was approached by another student saying, "X is coming to beat you up."  The fear and anxiety started immediately.  Not only that, I was confused.  Most likely within a minute, I was being pulled down by my hair and hit multiple time.  It didn't last long.  I suppose one could be thankful for that.  We were both brought into the principal's office.  I don't recall the specifics of our punishment, yes, I was punished for this... but I do recall the very next day, my "friend" brought me a bag of valentine candies in efforts to apologize.  (Actually now I remember the punishment- I had to stay in at recess the next day... not that I minded- I was safe inside the library).

I could additionally record the numerous names I was called by children who supposedly were "good Christian children", or write about the number of snowballs thrown at me without actually being engaged in a friendly snowball fight, or the jeers and taunts thrown my way.  The fear and intimidation that was imposed on me by those who targeted me lasted many years.  The effects of the bullying took many different forms, from being depressed, anxiety ridden, lonely, and most all of acedemic achievement decreased, and decreased significantly.  For example, on the state exams in fourth grade I received 100%.  Yes, you read that correctly, 100%.  Although, I almost didn't graduate from high-school.  How does that happen??

Parents often say, "kids will be kids", but I am going to argue back.  NO! Kids are not just kids.  They learn this behavior from their environment.  Whether you as parents want to accept this or acknowledge this or not- kids learn this behavior.  Whether it is seen at home, heard within the media, or seen within environments they participate it, they learn it- it isn't just "kids being kids"  and "kids being mean".   So, I challenge each and everyone of you as parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and so forth to start being kinder to all who are around you.  Talk about differences if you might, but don't judge or imply that one is better than another because of their differences.

Speaking of differences... I am NO different than anyone else.  I have no specific taboo difference that one may think of.  I am confident and most see an externally unbreakable person.  Inside... now that's another story.

I am no longer depressed, I occasionally experience anxiety, and academically well let's just say that most people aren't working on a second Master's degree or even have an interest in studying longer than what is required.  And parents, quit using the excuse "kids will be kids"- teach them to love and be kind.  I am not your target.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Most things Finnish...

It's been one of those weeks.  You know the kind.. where there are no "free" moments, no down time, no time to yourself, there is always a mile long "to-do" list which multiples exponentially every time you look at it (oh wait, I am just seeing double because I don't have my glassess on), no but really the list multiples without you adding to it, leaving you to think Are there rabbits around here?  or why does this list keep getting longer?  This blog could further contain the facts of having a chair thrown at me and an attempted bite to my leg, but I think you get the point.  It was an "Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day" week, until...

I received a package in the mail with the follow contents:

At first I grinned.  Then as I saw the wonderful and beautiful contents my grin became a Cheshire cat smile from ear to ear.  The last thing to come out of the package made me laugh out loud... Saskatchewan Rough Rider socks.  I plan to wear them with my matching green (oh wait, it's black) Rough Rider bunny hug.  For those of you who don't know what a "bunny hug" is, ask a Canadian they are sure to know.

You see, I got this package from a Canadian friend.  Anita.  Anita is one of the most thoughtful people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, let alone being friends with.  She remembers the small things about a person and uses that information for good, like sending you a care package after you've moved into a new apartment.  She appreciates each person for their individuality.  One thing Anita and I have in common is a love of Finland and Finnish goods.  The mere fact that my care package was more Finnish than Canadian tells how thoughtful and selfless she is.

Thank you, Anita!  Your care package was the highlight of my week.

p.s. If you can't read the writing on the tea packages, it's because you can't read or speak Finnish.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

What do you do with a belt?

In therapy working with a student on the use and function of objects. This was our conversation:

Me: What do you do with a belt?
Student: My daddy has a belt
Me: What does your dad use his belt for?
Student: To hold up his ankles.

the fairies

While observing a child play so nicely I thought 'she must have siblings' so here was our conversation:

Me: [Student X], do you have a sister or brother?
Student very excitedly with exaggerated arm movements: No! But! My mommy is going to get me one. She said I have to learn how to take care of my babies first. You know they are just dolls but...
Me: Well, when your mommy gets you a baby are you hoping for a brother or a sister?
Student looking at me a little concerned: Oh! The fairies decide that.