Alex's parent-teacher conference was today, and as usual his academics were stellar, with the exception of spelling (wonder where that comes from). Hearing that your child is bright and gifted is nice, but there are a lot of smart people with a myriad of talents.
Mrs. Johnson then told a story about a child who was noticeably suffering from anxiety about going to speech therapy for the first time. "Awex" has been going to it for years, and asked his teacher if he could assure the boy. Permission was granted; Alex walked over, put his hand on his back and told the kid that speech is a lot of fun because Miss Eickholt gives you candy and plays games with you. He also informed him that, "You are lucky. I love it." The boy's anxiety dissipated with those words. Alex doesn't even remember who the kid was, because this wasn't out of the ordinary for him. This is what he does, and who he is.
RAP(11.20.2008)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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