C. is after her purse in the back corner cabinet of the classroom. She’s got just a minute to reach for something and turns her head to answer a question, her back to the cupboard.
Out comes a cascade of bloodshot eyeball ping pong balls, tumbling to the floor…..oh, it’s just another day in Room 3, where we know how to put the ‘special’ in special education.
And those ping pong balls? They kept showing up, year after year, move after move. We’d be unpacking in September and find some in the Legos, a kids’ backpack, and who-knows-where. I think they multiplied overnight.
Fun and games and something about Words with Friends….