I have spent 5 years as a social worker in a New York City public school. This is a glance into my daily conversations. The confidentiality and identity of my students has not, in any way, been compromised by this blog.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Eyes
4th Grader: How come I cannot see your eyes, Ms. O?
Me: I don't know... They are where they're supposed to be.
4th Grader: No your other ones. The ones in the back of your head. My mom says she has them too.
Me: Can you see hers?
4th Grader: Not really, but she's like you and ALWAYS knows when I'm doing something bad. You tell me to stop before I even start.
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