our field trip this morning, one of the reetees spotted a birds nest in a big
bush. The whole gang tweeted. I cleared some branches out so the kids could take
a closer look. There was one little egg in the nest. The kids were in awe.
Especially when Jamel, my little Sudanese SBD child asks if he can touch the
egg. I let him. He picks the egg up out of the basket and crushes it in his
hand. At this, some kids are crying, others are wanting to see the inside. Jamel
fucking licks the shit out of his fucking hand, then throws the shell on the
ground, and smashes it profusely with his feet.
This is only one of many things
that has occurred today. I am in my room, waiting for my 11:00 group to show up
for math. It is 11:09, I begin to wonder where they are. Then I remind myself
that they are retarded, and stop wondering.
after the field trip we sit in a circle and everyone tells what they liked most
about the said field trip. Now, this is my barely functioning group, kids with
IQ’s of 18 month old babies. Most of the kids only use one word for their
answer (rocks, mud, stick, etc.) usually they will just say another students
name and that’s it. Today’s answers were a bit different.
Me: "Emmy, what was the part of the outing
you liked the best?"
Emmy: "Boots, mine" (She sticks her leg
in the air to showcase her big ass yellow moon boots with fur on top).
Me: "I need everyone’s eyes up here
looking at me. Thank you. Now, Emmy really liked being able to wear her boots on
our field trip. Jamel, what was the part of the outing that you liked
Jamel: "Eat birds."
Only two of the other kids understand this. One
starts to cry and the other gets up, runs to the sink, turns on the water, and
sticks his head under the faucet.
it’s only 12:30 p.m.
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