I started volunteering in high school in a school for
special students. It was a way to relieve senoritis. One day of the school week I was allowed to miss classes (I had long ago met graduation requirements) and walked down the block to an old wood frame house that was converted into a series of classrooms.
It was a school for students with emotional disabilities-
mainly autism. I recall one young boy about
7 or 8 years old who ran passed
as he got off the bus. I was concerned about where he would go. "Don’t worry," the
teacher told me, you’ll find him at the map.
And there he was perched on a chair peering at the wall map of the world
when I entered the room. “Did I know the
distance from Vienna Austria, to Madrid Spain?”
“No?”
He did. And reported what I could only assume was the accurate
mileage. Google Earth didn’t exist. It was years until I could verify.
The curriculum in that school mostly consisted of
surviving. Everyone was on their own
page, and no one expected anyone to return to some general education program, but no one knew what to teach differently either, so we colored pumpkins in October, Valentines in February and tried to begin
the day with the pledge of Allegiance end it with the good-bye song and not got
bitten in between.
In college I majored in psychology. The University didn’t
have an undergraduate education program.
And anyway I was way too cool to be an education major. It was the 1970s, the women’s movement had
happened, women who would have become teachers in the '50s and '60s became lawyers and
doctors, women who would have become secretaries became teachers. I was way too impressed with my intellect to
aspire to be a teacher. I worked in
different projects for different professors.
I gave rats varying concentrations of artificial sweeteners and measured
how often they pressed the a bar, I worked in the very first years of Raymond
Romancyk’s Child Institute and I worked in the Preschool
Program run by the psychology department to generate data on sex roles- or at least provide an easily assessible population to study.
I learned about education in all three. From the rats I
learned that individuals will do just about anything to receive a reward that is immediate, intermittent and
sweet. From the preschool program I
learned that a stimulating, safe language rich environment, is really great
place to learn things and I often wondered why that seemed to evaporate after
early childhood. And from the Child
Institute I learned that there was no task that couldn’t be broken into
component tasks, modeled, rewarded and learned.
I used all those lessons in my teaching career.
94-142 was just around the corner. My experiences in special education in high school and college
were the prelude to the special education age.
The large pumpkin/valentine cutting school was on one end of the
spectrum of educating the difficult to educate- we don’t actually know what to
do so let’s do what the mainstream does and hope it helps. The early years at the Romancyk Institute
were the exact opposite. At least in
those years, there was nothing in the instruction that was like general
education. Every task was finely
analyzed, specifically taught and tons
of data were collected and analyzed.
If anything, over the last 40 years- I’ve watched special
education instruction move in all different directions, but always struggle
between that push and pull between adapting a program so it is, or at least it is a close
approximation of general education program, while realizing that the essence of
special education is be definition special- something that has to be much more
finely tuned than the throwing the general education spaghetti on the wall and
seeing what sticks.
I figured out after
college that what I really wanted to be was a special education teacher and I
attended Rutgers University for M.ed.
There I received some very fine, instruction in thoughtful, reflective
practices of instruction for students with disabilities. I worked in a program for students with a
variety of disabilities in a preschool program located in public elementary
school. My first experience of special
education located back in the community school.
I learned so much and left with a firm desire to be preschool special
education teacher- I was fully convinced that was by far the place where
special education had the most effect on a student's life.
But that's a story for another entry.