The wizard shouts in triumphIf I could call lightning down, I might have...smote...someone today.
Too soon he vents his mirth
For Vanyel calls the lightning down
And smites him to the earth
If you'll recall, a few weeks ago I shared the uncharitable thought I'd had about Speech Person DFT, who ignored my repeated requests not to speak with Elastigirl's aide in front of Elastigirl -- both for ethical reasons and because of the simple fact that when she feels ignored, Elastigirl tends to do unfortunate things.
Anyhow, if you'll recall, I had the uncharitable thought that Elastigirl would, you know, get DFT instead of Aide J. Or me. Or anyone else DFT managed to get her mad at.
Elastigirl's tri is coming up. Aside from trying to get the poor girl off services -- again -- the only services she'd done with Elastigirl this whole year is come in and watch. She should thank her lucky stars Elastigirl's family is not the questioning kind.
Anyhow, she came in today and started peppering Aide J with questions.
Which, okay, don't do that in front of the kid, don't distract Aide J...all the normal stuff.
We were in the middle of a whole-group News-2-You lesson.
Which, as you may have guessed from my school stories here this year, is not an easy task on the best of days.
So, poor The Boss (Girl J) is trying to read. Several people are talking. I prompt her to say, "It's my turn!"
She does. The kids stop talking.
Except for one. DFT is deep in conversation with New Girl T.
I repeat, loudly, trying to get DFT's attention, "The Boss, say, 'It's my turn' so people will be quiet so you can read.'"
Chatter, chatter, chatter.
At this point, I'm seeing red.
One more time, "The Boss, I'm so sorry that people are being so rude to you. Say it again, 'It's my turn.'"
New Girl T stopped talking, but DFT kept right on going.
At that point, Aide B comes to collect Third Grade A, who has been reading with us while her teacher is on maternity leave.
I throw up my hands in defeat, read a page or two to them, split the kids up into groups to work, and go about my life.
But not before I overhear DFT making snarky comments about Elastigirl's work during News-2-You.
The thing is, a year ago, Elastigirl couldn't sit through more than 15 minutes or so of a whole group lesson. So, I made her file folder games based on the content we were working on. I also started giving her things to do while the class read, including being master of ceremonies (rolling dice to see who reads next), and a few other things. What really worked was giving her pictures to match while we read.
A year later, she's progressed from matching color coded pictures, to highlighted pictures, to just pictures, to color-coded words, to large not-color-coded words, and now to just words in the text highlighted.
And DFT has the gall to not only question the work itself, but to be snarky about the size of the text?
So, I girded my metaphorical loins, channeled my inner Vanyel, and wrote an email after school asking her to not do that anymore. I am going to share it with my staff so that they know to redirect her to me.
The clouds of black have liftedHmph.
And there on barren ground
Stands Vanyel, hurt but victor,
The demons tied and bound
He looks down on Lord Nedran
His eyes grow cold and bleak
"Now I shall give you Nedran
all the power that you seek!"