Posted 2/28/2013 3:09 PM (GMT 0)
This semester I have only one student self-IDed and registered as needing disability support services. Of course, I suspect many more.
The one registered student I styled earlier as Crohn's Girl. This is asomewhat irritating but meant to be affectionate habit I have developed to refer to specific students when talking with SO. It developed five years ago, when I was grappling with the original OCD boy, who I delighted in helping transcend his very frustrating for him and intense disability. Anyway, some may feel I am flippant in my referrals, and perhaps I am, but I can assure you it is meant with love, and a sincere attempt to find the accomodations that will help them.
The only one I title with less than educational fervor is "why can't you make this easier' boy. He gets an eyeroll, and then ignored. Sadly,
he keeps making his complaint at least once a week. Now he gets a
sympathetic smile, and a head shake. He is getting close to a Dr.
Myself lecture which, I can assure you, he will not soon forget.
Anyway, Crohns Girl and several provisional admit students got an
important lesson yesterday on learning to code switch- turn on a
formal communication style when needed, despite whatever else may
be going on. Current OCD boy heard the same lesson, butI am not
certain his anxiety will let him work with it.
The political nonsense among the administration continues with
growing momentum. The very real facility issues seem no closerto
being resolved. Despite the original flooding incident in my building occuring in
august of 2012, the university is still bidding cleanup procedures. We have been assured that the mold problem is not that bad, within acceptable levels. We just ought not to enter the Locked space, or remove anything from it. Admin seems to be under the impression that the master keys have not been assigned out to faculty. No worries! I go nowhere near that space.
Last night, I found a dead mouse backstage during rehearsal. I am
grateful that I got a short nap before this, because if it had been my
long day, I might have reacted badly. I am further grateful that only one actor freaked. He eventually came down from the chair.
I am grateful to my painkillers, my ambien and effexor for making
this possible. Today, I get to go spend some time in a warm pool.
Just me and my thoughts, which will be turned decidedly away from
any and all matters work.