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Special Ed

I got a chance to co-teach kids with disabilities,  that was an eye-opening experience. There were about 16 young people who had different issues. Two kids were blind, one had a Down syndrome, one girl was in a wheel chair. I was surprised to learn how their abilities differed. Some of them were really good at Math, others at PE doing the school curriculum at their own pace. I looked at them thinking,  Are they ever going to become normal? There were 3 more teachers in the classroom, I admired their skills and knowledge. When I came home that day I thought a lot about the blind girl since I spent most of the day next to her. I wanted to talk about this and that but realized that one has to see to know this kind of things. How limited your life is when you cannot see! I realized I have to stop complaining, I am able to see.

The next day I was subbing in a regular class at a different school, and you know what I thought? Those kids with disabilities were way more normal than the ‘normal’ ones. Is it evil human nature or peer pressure, I am not really sure… And one day if special ed children become ‘normal’ will they fall into temptation and turn into monkeys?

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High Hopes

When I came back to Colorado the hospital was already waiting for me, clerical position in a primary care clinic. I aced the interview and all kind of checks. I was ready for new life to begin.

The job turned out to be quite boring actually. But I couldn’t leave it just because I was bored out of my mind, I thought to myself. So I kept doing it the best way I can which pissed others off.  Later they were kind of glad somebody else will do their job as well while they could just sit around.  I couldn’t really participate in their conversations since I wasn’t interested and when I started telling them something it was kind of annoying.  Nobody wants to hear how awesome other people’s life is. My coworkers couldn’t stand the fact that others can eat, look, dress and live differently. It’s not better or worse, it’s just different. At first I thought it was nice when patients asked me where my accent was from but three months later I hated to hear this question again. I wanted to be normal, just like everyone else