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A Canadian teacher in China

Reflections…

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I have been looking back through some files laterly. Going over old blog posts that never got posted, or lesson plans I did 10 years ago that might be usable again. Part of this is to clear up some clutter. Part of this is to reorganize.

I don’t know about others, but organizing things helps me disconnect and relax. It doesn’t seem to matter if it is digital reorganizing, or physical. I never seem to be happy with an organization structure. It is never good enough, but always end up good enough. Does that make sense?

Like I am not happy with the organization, but I don’t have the ability to do more with it, so I have to abandon it until later when I will start fresh. This goes for My classroom, my shelves, my computer.

When I am overwhelmed, I start. Especially if I can’t get into one of my other tactics.

I love my new school. It’s not perfect, but its human. Of course I don’t mean literally, but due to its size, it doesn’t feel like a corporation disguised as an educational facility. I have a history with schools like that.

A lot has been occupying my mind lately, and part of it can be summed up with waiting for the other shoe to drop. I am making rookie mistakes, and am not organized enough in my class. (Thus the obsession wit htrying to find ways to do better). I want to be the fun teacher, that has all these cool projects and fun activities. But I get overwhelmed and lost trying to prepare them in advance.

Today I get so stimulated that I let my sound sensitivity get to me. I am teaching grade 2 this year, they will get loud, and I just couldn’t handle it for a bit. It hurt, and I raised my voice. Then I had a quiet talk apologizing to everyone.

I do that a lot. I apologize.
Should I ? I don’t know. With my students, they need to know, that I am sensitive to certain things, and it is not their fault. Adults, too.

There is a lot of talk about autism lately, and a lot of misinformation. (I’m looking at you , vaccines and Tylenol). There are groups of people in the world that think we should just disappear. There are groups of people out there who think we should just fit in. And there are groups of people out there who think we should just be proud of who we are, and screw the rest of the world.

I was always taught to show respect, and that if we do something that bothers others, to apologize for it. But the key word here is do. Some people want us to apologize for being.

There are people, several people, in my life that believe they understand what the autistic people are going through, or what we should be doing. People are showing me tiktocs of Autistic kids or Mom’s who have autistic kids, and asking my feeling on these. I feel like the whole genre of family tiktok/ Youtube should cease to exist. Don’t film your family for other people’s entertainment.

I have people in my life who want to tell me about every other autistic person they have met, and their difficulties. Not how they tried to help, or explain things to, or assist the autist. Just tell me about the mistakes, or social faux pas they make.

I have people in my life now that treat autistic children like they are broken, and get angry at them when they are needing a brain break, or need to just move, or do anything different.

I have someone in my life now that has made comments about me taking things literal, or not understanding jokes. I think he means well, and is just trying to communicate his concerns about communicating with me.

I don’t want to be the bad guy who has to sit down with all of these people and explain why this is exhausting to me, or hurtful, or that their efforts to help a child, could be doing the opposite.

I don’t think I have the energy for that.

But here’s the thing. All of the people I am ranting about have the best intentions. They are all trying to understand more in their own way. And Misinformation is everywhere.

I ran across this half finished blog article I wrote back in 2017. i will post it below for you. Please enjoy, or not. You can see maybe what my journey has been like for the last few years.

ADHD & Autistic Kids in the APS

ADHD & Autistic Kids in the APSEvery now and then I feel like I have to step up and say something about what I see happening, especially in our program. Last time I wrote one of these, it was taken as an attack on some of my team and I do not want this to come off sounding that way.

It seems to me that the culture in our program is still very confrontational. Teacher’s vs Parents, Teachers vs. Students. We have a few students in our program that do not fit the regular mold. They never will able to be exactly like everyone else, and there is nothing we can do about this.

As a teaching community, it is our responsibility to try to understand these students and find ways to encourage them to be better. Encourage is the operative word here. What we do is not encourage. What we are doing right now is the opposite. We criticize, and yell, and push and scream and hope that these children will change.

They wont.

Not that way. All we are doing is making them feel bad for existing.

Recently we had a girl who was diagnosed with clinical depression in the Bilingual department. She was unable to handle the stress that was heaped on her and decided it was best to kill herself. By constantly telling these kids that they are not good enough and never will be 3 years down the road what’s to keep them from doing the same?

These kids need patience, understanding, and sometimes, they need time in a quiet place to focus.

Right now as I try to teach my class to be more respectful and helpful, and to have more kindness; I feel that the rest of my team is undoing all that by teaching the class to ostracize the odd student. To let them know it’s ok to call him names and treat him as an outsider. Then they reinforce this by waiting for him to make a mistake so they can yell at him and mistreat him.

Of course he lashes out, and acts bad, we have him convinced that he is bad, so he acts that way. Any child that is constantly told that they are bad, and different, will act bad.

We have these kids in all of the classes now, and almost every class has made the conscious decision to
tell everyone that the child is bad. We should be focusing on what they can do well, so the child will want to do well. If we compliment them for good behavior and make them feel good about the things they do well, those kids will start to act better. They will stop acting up.

This is not a short-term solution. And if we try it for 1 week and get no response, then we should not give up and say “Well I tried, let’s go back to yelling.” It takes time to rebuild the child’s self confidence, and the child’s sense of worth. Especially the kids who are already different from everyone else.

If we want our kids to be inclusive, patient, and to be positive, we need to model this at all times.

We have to adapt to help our kids prepare for the future, and we have to do it quick.

There is a book I would like to have everyone read over the holiday, and find… (I never finished this, and don’t remember what book I was going to recommend.)

I have been trying to find ways to reach the different students for years. Sometimes I am successful, sometimes not. Sometimes I run across a new obsticle, and need to learn more.

I try to take as many PDs as I can to help me along with this. I cannot afford to get the degree in special education that I want. I am a father of a single income family. I have a son entering college.

Not that I am picking on my wife, I love her and if she is happy being at home, i want that for her.

But I do want to help these kids, and sometimes I work myself into a situation trying. I need to do better.

That’s been my mantra for 45 years. I need to do better. and I try.

Angel Grove

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I am on Holiday. I started this holiday working on my novels, but got distracted. I started watching Mighty Morphin power Rangers again. I have also been reading through my Power Rangers Comics.

Somewhere along the line I decided to put all of them into one continuous timeline. I started with the TV Episodes, then I layerd on the Hamilton Comics, Marvel Comics, Image Comics, and Papercutz Comics. from the 1990sto early 2000s. Then I added the Boom Comics, which started in 2016.

A lot of people don’t remember the older comics. But they have good ideas too, They tend to be a lot more thematically similar to the show than the newer Boom Comics, which takes a bit more serious look at the Power Rangers.

I have organized the series isues and episodes up to Green With Evil which is the point Tommy The Green Ranger comes in.

There is a lot to look at up this point. So I started taking my digial comics, and editing some of them together to be that 1 comic now has 1 story in it. (Some of the stories were 2 or 3 comics long, and some comics had 2 or 3 stories) Then I looked at them, and realized that the books to be theoretically printable, (I won’t print them, I don’t want to be sued) would need filler pages. You see in order for a comic to be printed it has to have a page count that is divisible by 4. Typically a large piece of paper, like A3 can hold 4 “pages” of print.

Some of the comics did not fit in this format, and I always want to have a back cover, so i added some art of the rangers for back covers, then I started research, as I do. I looked at the shows, the comics, the Role Playing Game, and using AI, I compiled a list of businesses that would exist in Angel Grove City. (The fictional city the Power Rangers started in)

Then using, AI. I began to make print ads for some of these. They turned out good. Of course, once I got going, I just didn’t stop. I’m on Holiday, Might as well enjoy it.

So after all thatI thought I would share some of the Print ads made.
I give permission for anyone writing, or playing the Power Rangers RPG (A la Hyperforce) to use these, or make more. Just no claiming them as your own. They belong to GPT.
If you make some, I would love to see them.

Fashion

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As an adult I am often complemented for my clothes. I have nice work clothes. I like them. But I always have to explain, that if I look nice or not, is not my doing. My wife is my fashion expert. She chooses my work clothes for me, each day, she even buys them for me, and there is a very good reason for this.

Fashion and I don’t understand each other. I have always had issues with what to wear. What goes where, etc. Nowadays I joke about it, but when I was young, it was a serious problem. Below are some short memories I have about myself and clothes.

I remember having the letters R and L on the top of my shoes. I think I needed them until high-school. I could not determine left shoes from right shoes. They looked the same to me. They mostly felt the same to me.and I could not understand why it was important to put them on the “correct” foot until I was about 15 years old.

There was a day that I woke up, and had to dress myself. I looked at my shirt drawer, and I got really confused. What type of day was it going to be? I was 8 years old I think, but just in case, I started putting shirts on by what I might need. I ended up taking all of my shirts out of the drawer and putting them on over top of each other. I was shocked when I was told by my mom, to go change into 1 shirt, and I was left with the same original problem. My brother helped me finally choose a shirt that day.

One year in elementary, Grade 1 I think. (It may have been grade 4 or 5) We had our photo day at school, and had to dress up. I was given this nice brown corduroy suit jacket and pants. I wore a tie, and I felt so respectable that day. It made me feel so good to be dressed up like that. So I decided i would keep wearing it, everyday. I think I made it to 1 week before other kids teasing finally got through and I stopped wearing it.

In High school, and well into my mid twenties, i wore a fedora. (from around 1993~2004). I had a few fedoras for different clothes. I had a black one that I had bolted hard drive parts to, giving it a steam-punk~ish look. I had a brown one I wore with my leather jacket in winter. I had a grey one I would wear casually. Keep in mind this was before a few boy bands began to bring back the hat. My thought pattern was the Fedora, and similar hats were gentleman hats. They were worn in a gentler time by gentlemen. I still have some fedoras now, but many of them have been misplaced.

When I started teaching, I often wore brightly colored, silk screened Hawaiian style shirts with superheroes on them to work. I would show up to my school with my shirts wide open, and a t-shirt underneath. I would partner these with khaki or black cargo pants. I liked the feel of the shirts, I liked the bright colors as they relaxed me, and had no concept that I was the only teacher dressed unprofessionally. I blame the language barrier, or cultural barriers. The Korean school I worked at just didn’t know how to broach the subject.

Now I’m not saying I have no say in what I wear. But my wife helps me be more aware. For example, when my old school would have spirit week, I was adamant that I needed clothes of the different house colors. Many schools over here have adopted the British House system. (See Harry Potter if you don’t know). What I had was goofy t-shirts. While some of the staff took it and ran with it, by wearing wigs, funny ties, feather boas, and other outlandish things. I couldn’t do that. See I may have bad fashion sense, but I can’t make myself wear outlandish things either. They feel unauthentic, and overwhelming, and I just can’t do it for more than an hour. My wife helped me find some really nice sliky work shirts for every color of the rainbow so that I could still participate.

Even costumes for like halloween. I need to wear something authentic. I often dress as Sherlock Holmes, or Pirates, or knights. I won’t wear the fake blood, or wigs, or anything like that. I do still need help with costumes though.

I remember once when I was a child, I went trick or treating as Wonder Woman. And now a young boy doing so may be more acceptable. I had no idea that it wasn’t at that time. My brothers were Superman and Batman, so i was Wonder Woman.

In High school, I had a friend who was a bit goth. He liked black trench coats, and to talk about vampires. So I dressed up as him for halloween. He told me flat out it was dis respectful. He was larger than me, and I had stuffed my waist with a pillow to fill out, but It never occurred to me that it would be upsetting. I was sure he would like it.

I once made a Gold Ranger Costume for Halloween in Highschool. The original Gold Ranger from Power Rangers Zeo. I had a wooden Power Staff my Step-father had helped me build. I had made the tight fitting costume and chest shield, even the helmet. I was Grade 11. Power Rangers was still considered a Kids show. I got a lot of compliments on the costume, not realizing until later, that I was showing my classmates that i watched “Kids Shows” instead of Age appropriate things like “Friends” or “Seinfeld” which I, to this day, do not understand.

I still have trouble with “Special Event” clothes. Clothes that sit in my closet, that I never get to wear because they are for special events. I have a few full business suits, that No longer fit, because I outgrew them before I could wear them a second time. I have shirts, casual and business, that are in the same boat. But I respect that my wife understands these things better than me. and so they sit waiting for that special event.

Needless to say, with all my difficulties with clothes, I am much happier just relaxing at home, where I can stay in my pajamas, or lounge in my indoor clothes, clothes that nobody needs to see, and can look as mismatched as my thoughts.