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Self-Advocacy in the Classroom

"Sandy do you want to tell your teachers some things that would help you hear better?" I think I was in the sixth or seventh grade. My speech therapist that I'd been working with since the first grade had prepped me for this part of the conversation. It was early in the school year and we were gathered around a table going over my IEP plan.


In the beginning my speech therapist and I worked on pronouncing my own name. The "S" at the beginning of "Sandy" was pretty much silent to me until I was about 8 or so. "Hi, my name is Thandy" is how I would introduce myself to others as a kid. We also worked on endings of words that had a "t", "-ed", "-s" or the one I hated most: "-its." She helped me learn how to carry my sentences all the way through when I spoke aloud, reminding me to not drop off at the end, and we worked on my lisp (a word I had trouble pronouncing until well into high school); she taught me about adverbs, and compound words; we practiced lip reading, and ASL. I didn't consider her to be just my speech therapist, she taught me language and how it can be used, how it benefits all of us, and all of its little tricks and secrets. But the most important thing I learned from Mrs. B was how to advocate for myself.

I know that my hearing-loss isn't something that I touch upon much in this blog, but its something that O.I. affects and also, of course, affects my day-to-day life. In school I was usually not only the only one in a wheelchair, but also the only kid with a hearing-impairment (at least that I knew of). I wore hearing-aids and an FM system in school beginning with first grade till the 12th grade, and even today I will OCCASIONALLY wear one hearing-aid. (It depends on my mood, do I want to listen to the ENTIRE world today?) Having a hearing-impairment can negatively influence a student's learning experience in very obvious ways, but just as with any other disability learning to work WITH the impairment is the key to success. I think that my weekly sessions with my speech therapist, and our focus on language.. actually had a lot to do with my fluency and comfort with the English language in general. It's one of those old lessons in practice makes perfect, but in this case it helped that the student loves the subject of English and writing to begin with.
Mrs. B was the rare teacher who was able to seamlessly show her student how learning language will also help you overcome challenges. When we were practicing lip reading she taught me about context clues, and how even though certain words LOOK the same on the lips, the context of phrases will help you decipher what is being said. This helped a lot when I took my college entrance exams and had to fill in missing vocabulary from sentences -- context clues! It was a skill I had been learning since the 3rd grade! Or as we were going over phrases she would tell me about ways to make it easier for me,
"How did you get that phrase so quickly?!" She proclaimed in mock disbelief.
"Because you were facing me, and I was looking at you." This quickly became not just the right answer for her little games, but also the key to my success in the regular classroom as well.

I learned how to address teachers who would talk while writing on the board, their backs facing the classroom. And although I was able to pick-up 80% of what was being said through the FM system, I never felt confident unless I am able to lipread as well. This is true even to this day. I get frustrated when people scream at me from afar, or when friends will whisper things in a movie theater. Even if I DO hear what is being said, I get frustrated because my natural instinct is to say "I can't see you, and if I can't see you then I can't hear you."
Having an FM system also means that I pick-up on ALL the background noise in a classroom. Every squeak of a chair against the floor, every soft rumble of the heater in the background, every hum of the lights in the ceiling, every single side chatter of conversation between students.. the list is endless! Being able to address my peers in a confident and cool manner about lowering their voices, or stop tapping your pencil! Was also an infinitely important tool that Mrs. B armed with.

I'm a firm believer that the more a student is able to advocate for his or her needs in the classroom, the better learner she or he will become. And in many instances this requires a certain level of comfort with the disability or learning difference that the student may have! So in the end, this is all the more reason that our educators and parents learn to form learning communities that foster inclusiveness and acceptance. The easier it is for students to speak-up for themselves, the stronger they becomes as individuals and the better prepared they are for the world OUT THERE!


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Special Ed. & all the things I never learned


As much as I loved the school library in elementary school I dreaded one part of it, the little room that was off to the side of the library, the so-called “Learning Center.” I never understood what it was for because in my mind the school was already a learning center, one that was always far more fun and interesting than this other specially labeled “Learning Center.”

In elementary school I had physical therapy, speech therapy, and occupational therapy – and for reasons that I still don’t understand I was also taken out of the classroom for ‘testing.’ I would have to do mundane things like read sentences aloud while they recorded me, or do subtraction problems, and the thing that I hated most: tell time in different ways “how else can you say 6:45?” “umm…it’s almost time to watch The Simpsons?” “Sandy, do you remember last week when we split the clock into four equal parts?” In my head I was usually thinking do I care? I want to go back to the classroom and be with my friends.

“How did I show you how to hold the pencil last week? Where is your tripod grip?” Why does it matter how I’m holding the pencil? Don’t you think the story I am writing about the boy floating off with the balloons his parents got him at the circus is awesome?! Needless to say, I never understood what the point of my being in “The Learning Center” was. I’m not sure if it was the one-on-one that bored me, or the fact that there were never any of my other friends around or maybe it was that entire environment: the quiet mumbling of the radio that was always on, the whir of the fan, and the always soft borderline patronizing voices they spoke to me in:
“Sandy, can you put the pegs in this board? I want you to fill this entire board with pegs.” Is the next activity going to be let’s take a nap? Because that seems like a good segue way into naptime. Seriously! I did not plan on growing up to work on a factory line of board-filling. Wasn’t it clear that I wanted to grow up to be an author? Did they know how well I could play Mario on my brother’s Nintendo when he wasn’t around? I think if I was evaluated under THOSE circumstances I would have long ago not needed to be removed from my classroom for 30min every week to… put washers on the stand. It only took them until I was in the 5th grade, when I got my first power wheelchair, to realize that Sandy definitely did not need help with hand-eye motor coordination skills.

Why was I taken out of the class to “play some games”? These games were never fun. There was never a point value or score board involved. And it seemed like I was the only one doing the “playing” (work) while the adult just sat there and stared, or told me directions. There were several times when I would purposely do something random just to see the teacher’s reaction. I remember once there was a ring stand and I was told to put washers onto the ring stand in equal amounts. So instead of counting them out and placing them one by one (which I was instructed to do), I stacked all the washers and then dropped 10 of them at a time on each. It was my attempt to complete the “game” as fast as possible so I could go back to the classroom; when I was finished I looked at the teacher with a point-blank stare: yeah, that’s right. Now what are you going to tell me to do? I don’t remember needing to play that “game” ever again.

Perhaps it was because I had spent so much time in casts or was immobilized as a young child that they believed I missed out on a lot of physical development milestones. I crawled late, I stood about 4 years too late, and I walked about 5-6 years later than the ‘normal’ child as well. I didn’t learn to pull myself up to a stand until I had already read all the books in our 2nd grade classroom library. I spent a lot of time on my back and this was believed to have caused numerous ear infections and a flatter head, but did this mean I would need to spend 30 min a week as an 8 year old putting rings on a stand?! I don’t know, clearly I’m not a special education specialist, but what I do know is that I always felt so DUMB and belittled during these sessions. I didn’t know until I was in “The Learning Center” each week that it WAS possible to feel smaller and shorter than I already was. 

Special Education:
  • I'm sure many things have changed since I was in elementary school, kids probably use more cool gadgets than the stone-age days of "put washers on stands." Whatever it is just make sure it's FUN. No not "fun" in the learning kind of way I mean, FUN
  • You might think that kids who are disabled can't tell when adults are frustrated by their challenges. We can! I always could and I have resented teachers and aides for this in the past. However it is kids react to the way you respond to them is exactly that, a REACTION. It's not something that we can necessarily help or are doing on purpose!
  • At a certain age I think that kids should know why they are doing certain tasks that their friends do not have to. I think that letting kids into their own educational direction is important and allows them to feel in control and a little less belittled
  • Invite their friends along to OT or PT sessions! ..Or whenever time out of the 'mainstream' classroom is needed 
  • To this day I never say "it's a quarter till..." or "it's a quarter past.." and I still don't hold my pen in that tri-pod grip. At the time when I was six or seven I thought that because I didn't "get" these concepts I would amount to nothing, or that I would never become an adult. Clearly I was so very wrong. Obviously kids with any kind of disability are going to have challenges, but just because they are struggling doesn't mean that they should feel like it is the end of the world! 


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