Friday, September 4, 2015
A Chip Story
It was the end of a long, hot day in the special ed resource room at the continuation high school. (It was hot outside, but the air conditioning was working perfectly inside.) We had two students, one working on her math assignment while the other was working on his history assignment.
The instructional aide (IA) had chips. Doritos, to be precise. She got a big bag because the store was out of the individual sized bags, so she was sharing.
The kiddos managed to scare up a plate, and they were sharing the chips nicely. Until the girl finished her math assignment and went back to class. She grabbed the plate of chips and took them with her.
The boy jumped up and followed.
And I followed the boy to bring him back. He did not have permission to leave.
When I caught up with him, he had retrieved the plate of chips. And he scarfed them all down as quickly as he could. While I stood in front of him and watched him do it.
Then we went back into the room.
The boy wailed. The girl had eaten all the chips. The IA had to give him some more.
I, of course, told the IA exactly what the boy had done with the chips not 30 seconds prior.
I mean, seriously? He thought I wasn't going to say anything? Geez!