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the voice and its disorders

 

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

 
screaming and ranting doesn't bother me, i don't care if i am bitten, kicked or slapped (even if i am slapped on the ear with the new piercing). But it breaks my heart when the child you are sitting in the corner until he calms down stops screaming for a moment and looks up at you right into your eyes and just cries. tears streamed doen his face and the corners of his mouth were turned down as low as they could go. I asked him what was wrong but he couldn't communicate to me why he was so upset, i didn't understand and he just seemed so frustrated. But today, holding him under the arms and swinging him round in the playground i looked down and he was grinning and laughing. For a moment he wasn't upset or frustrated but enjoying himself. Later he came up to me and grabbed my arm and when i tols him would have to ask nicely he signed please and spoke the word loud and clear. No 'p' or 'pl' but 'please'.


I really do love this job but sometimes i get so frustrated that i dont understand better what is going on with these kids. Why do they suddenly get upset? Why cant i understand them better? did i do the right thing in pushing them to do the work when they acted up? or should i have stood back a moment? or vice versa?

Gotta say though, i don't like having to sing a song about Jonah to the tune of 'i'm a little teapot'.





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