I have a student in my homeroom who is developmentally a bit behind her sixth grade peers. Every morning she bursts into the room and with a huge sigh proclaims, "Phew! I made it!" panting all the way over to her seat, even though she is there several minutes before the bell.
Despite my daily reassurance that she is on time, the mini-drama repeats every morning with little variation, as it did this morning.
"It's okay," I said. "You are right on time! Great job!"
But today there was more. Her eyes grew wide. "I was almost late because we had to take Grandma to the airport," she reported breathlessly. "She had to go home to Minnesota."
Having spent so much time in that state recently myself, I asked her, "Do you know where your grandma lives in in Minnesota?"
"No," she answered. "Where?"
Despite my daily reassurance that she is on time, the mini-drama repeats every morning with little variation, as it did this morning.
"It's okay," I said. "You are right on time! Great job!"
But today there was more. Her eyes grew wide. "I was almost late because we had to take Grandma to the airport," she reported breathlessly. "She had to go home to Minnesota."
Having spent so much time in that state recently myself, I asked her, "Do you know where your grandma lives in in Minnesota?"
"No," she answered. "Where?"
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