Edited By Scot Danforth
Chapter 15: Spilt Milk Counts: Belonging and Moving on Down the Hall
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Spilt Milk Counts: Belonging and Moving on Down the Hall
STACEY HODGINS & S. ANTHONY THOMPSON
As a student services (resource) teacher, I was co-teaching in the grade 1 classroom one day; the classroom teacher had stepped out. Then … boom! Bang! Crash! Stomp! What just happened? In that adrenaline-filled instant, I paused—or froze; I shuttered slightly. I had asked a student to check out a library book, which somehow resulted in flying chairs, tipping desks, and screaming: “I hate this school, I hate these teachers, I hate it all.” In that moment, time stopped tersely, unexpectedly and unabashedly. I suddenly heard my heart beating inside my head—a baffling though perhaps predictable occurrence. Strangely and almost unknowingly, I felt like I had super powers—the unbelievable kind, like I could foster an invisible force field or morph my body or kinetically charge my brain: I needed to quickly make countless classroom decisions. Time was sprinting. I found ways to keep the other students safe while simultaneously somehow continuing a lesson. Still in this simultaneity, I distracted the aggravated booming, banging, crashing, stomping student Clark, and attempted to convince him to come to a safe area to attempt to calm down. I made many, many decisions in this strange time contortion—and yet the booming, banging, crashing and stomping continued.
On this day in this moment of confusing simultaneities, I thought of my co-teaching partner,...
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