Wednesday, 6 October 2010




Not missing the tough and rumble of mainstream, the smiting of the usurpers of discipline with the sharpened tongue of scorn, the dark sarcasm. In a special school, any utterances are taken literally and euphemistic allusion vaporise like misty condensing expirations in a winter gust. A teacher in a special school must be gentle with the provision to use admonishment (a restrained rebuke) to build trust and delineate boundaries that correspond with finely hone parameters of expected bahaviour. And with the setting aside of the tried-in-the-jungle bludgeoning acerbic wit that responds to a smidgen of quickly accreted challenge with the minimalistic subconscious alacrity one needs to drive a car, ride a bike or swim, education for the sake of learning rises like the freshening sun on a spring morning evidenced in polite and accepting co-existance.




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