Life in the classroom

Life in the Classroom

     I have been overwhelmed with emotion on what to write, simply because I do not want to get in trouble as a substitute teacher violating policy.  I have substituted in many different classes this year, but my joy has been in the classes that encompass teaching students that are trying really hard, but may not grasp a certain concept.  You may read, see, even experience life as a teacher, but until you have actually walked in the shoes of a teacher (or substitute teacher), you do not know what goes on in the classroom.  The truth is ugly.  I have been one of the very lucky ones to be on both sides of the classroom:  that as a former teacher in Dallas I.S.D. and now a substitute in two school districts, that I will not name.  I think the scariest part of teaching is two-fold:  there are students that are smart, but make incredibly bad choices to disrupt their peers to get attention.  This bothers me, but what is the scariest part about school is that our children are not learning the way we did as students.  Many students are left behind to follow along and barely get by, and many of these students, unfortunately do not know how to read.  I have come to the conclusion that no matter how many students may be pulled for extra help, Saturday school, or one on one tutoring outside of class, they may never learn how to read.  How in the world is this happening?  I am laying out the truth and it is a VERY UGLY TRUTH:  the STAAR has become our only measuring tool to "assess" students in the main stream classroom.  I am TERRIFIED to think other countries are educating their youth to think for themselves, only after they are taught responsibility at home, respect for their teachers and peers, without fear or bias of retribution of any type of bullying.

     I have seen with my own eyes to know where the great U.S.A. is headed if we as a nation do not take a step towards the future of our children, grandchildren, and those who don't have a voice.  My son is incredibly smart and is a fabulous reader because I made sure I read every night to him, even when I was pregnant.  This epidemic, and yes it is an epidemic, of students having no respect for teachers, staff, and administration MUST start at home.  Single parents, I know it is hard to parent without a mate because I have done this.  However, if you do not take the time to listen to your child, they will become a statistic.  We do not need jails or prisons filled with students who can do better, if equipped with support at home.  Teachers are giving themselves to their students, for what?  If we don't have support from parents, guardians, siblings, a family member, or friend that influences your child, then what are we left with?  Teachers can only do so much, and they go above and beyond what is expected of them.  Sure there are a few clock punchers, but for every teacher I have witnessed, seen, or come in contact with, they pour their lives into their teaching.  Teachers take home papers to be graded while neglecting their children, because teaching is not an 8 a.m.-- 3 p.m. job.  Teachers come early in the morning for breakfast duty.  Many principals are on duty early in the morning as well as night attending any, and every sporting event, PTA meeting or staff meeting with their boss.  I have been one of the lucky ones to see what a great school is and what isn't.  

     Parents, guardians, grandparents, and family members, I am begging you to PLEASE listen to your children.  They need you.  Stand up to the STAAR, read to your child(ren), take back our right to educate our children, because if we can start a movement to educate the whole student, we will be the winners!  Texas is ranked 48th out of 50 states for educating the future of tomorrow.  We CAN'T be bullied into thinking reading should be second (or even third) behind testing.  Parents take a stand!  We need to instill positive self-worth, self-esteem, and empowerment in our kids.  They don't need to be bawling their eyes out because they have to take another test.  Give them the gift of reading, understanding, and compassion.  Without reading, acquiring knowledge is mute.  I say this not only as a parent, but as a teacher trying to reach each and every student's life I come in contact with.  Do NOT succumb to dumbing down the standards such as comprehension, reading, and basic math skills, because our kids need more.  I am a better student, mom, teacher, and wife because I received a stellar education from Dallas I.S.D. over twenty years ago.  Testing was becoming an issue after I graduated in 1992 from the great Woodrow Wilson High School, but I never knew how it would impact me as a teacher.  TAKE BACK LEARNING!  REFUSE THE STAAR AND PEARSON.  What do we have to lose?  Everything if we don't listen to our kids.

Summer Days: My Love-Hate Relationship With Technology

Summer Days:  My Love-Hate Relationship With Technology

      Living with a teenager, I know, can be quite challenging for most parents, but try adding to the mix autism plus teen angst.  Cole is nearly six feet tall, 13 years old, and has autism.  I am being blunt by making this statement because if you haven't lived with autism on a daily basis, you probably don't have a clue as to what goes on in a family's life.  The task of raising a child in today's world really baffles me at times, because all I see these days (including parents) are kids on their phones, tablets, or any technology device.  I see our world turning into a technology must-have, go-to gimmic, and it makes me really sad.  I have been trying to teach Cole to talk to others, engage in conversation face to face and by calling, as this is something that is very important for him to do, as well as his friends.  I was surprised just yesterday by his statement that he didn't like to text.  I get that and this statement makes me beyond happy!  However, when others only connect via text, SnapChat, Instagram, or kik (all of these are technology apps), it becomes hard to connect to the real world through actual conversation.    It took Cole 8 years to finally talk, so the last thing I want to do is stifle his ability to chat with me, his dad, his grandparents, or his friends.  He loves his friends, but it is becoming increasingly harder to connect with them because they don't talk on the phone.  Now don't get me wrong, Cole doesn't like to talk much on the phone (only to a certain few), but it's better than no communication at all.  

     I have become his go-to technology helper (send Instagram messages or texts for him), which allows me to see what goes on in his friend's lives.  This is good and not so good.  I have seen more than my fair share of broken hearts, posts that say how ugly one looks, how pretty you are, cyber-bullying, and sex-themed messages that are just disgusting.  Most of this, I blame, is because of social media and the need for instant gratification.  I am sickened by some things that I have seen on the internet, but I am also happy to see so many of Cole's friends going on trips with their families, as well as mission trips.  This makes me hopeful that kids still want to do good, for the benefit of others.  I am hopeful that in the future people will put down their electronic devices and engage with each other (this includes adults too), because if not, the lost art of conversation has become null.  I don't know what I would have done without human contact during my teen years.  I know I wouldn't have the friendships I have today, much less understand why my mom was sick (she had level 3 breast cancer).  Having that bond with just one friend is extremely important during this crucial, formative time for any teenager.  I was beyond blessed to have had so many friends when I was 13 years old, and so is Cole.  I just wish Cole's friends would talk on the phone because this is so important.  

     Okay, so now I have ranted about technology and how I despise it, but I feel that it has also given Cole a voice.  Cole loves his friends, especially when they come over and hang out!  However, without the benefit of texting and Instagram, he wouldn't have been able to reach out to his friends during the summer.  We have a set schedule every single day and our house looks like a school because of our white boards that line our walls with chores, daily, and weekly schedules.  We both have come so far with this much needed tool (white boards), but I am exhausted every night because of the work I do to make sure Cole is becoming independent.  A small thing like a shower, putting dishes in the sink, or making his daily fruit salad is a big accomplishment for Cole.  I want Cole to be independent and take care of himself.  We never know what the next day brings, so if I can help Cole realize the importance of his daily chores now, it will instill in him a hard work ethic at home and in the working world as an adult.  I love my son and I wouldn't change him, but trying to manage a household, have a happy marriage, plus balance my adult life becomes overwhelming at times.  When I say this, it's not to downplay families who have "normal" children, those who don't have a disability, but it's to give you insight on what goes on in our life.  I have many friends who have children on the spectrum (autism), and I am encouraged by how they raise their children.  My husband and my parents are my support system, and I don't know what I would do without them.  However, my friends who have children or family members living with autism understand what I go through on a daily basis.  

     What makes me beyond sad are the family members and friends that don't understand what autism is and how you can't beat someone into submission.  Yes I said that, because there still is a mentality that if you just beat your kid to make them stop having a meltdown or temper tantrum, it works.  For these ignorant people, I say you need to mind your own business and try to understand that autism isn't "beaten" out of a person.  Our children are not spoiled, and they sure don't need to be whipped, spanked, or beaten.  Our families need love, support, but most of all understanding.  There is no cure for autism.  I pray for the day that ignorant people can show some compassion for anyone who has a disability, but especially for those who are family members.  I read just this week on one of my very good friend's Facebook page that just described this scenario.  I am beyond lucky to know this mom because she got on her soapbox and let her family member have it.  I would do the same thing.  I love this family beyond belief and it is just dumb-founding that ANYONE would treat them this way.  This mom was my go-to when I first started teaching and her husband kept me safe on a daily basis.  You are all in my thoughts and prayers, and as I say again, for those who are THIS IGNORANT, either MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS OR GET A LIFE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE BASHING FAMILY MEMBERS WHO HAVE AUTISM.  I can't deal with ignorance, laziness, or complacency because I have seen the fruits of my labor:  hard work pays off.  My son may have autism, but there is no way I am not going to let him not be a member who contributes to society.

     I know this was a long blog, but I had to get this word out there.  Love your kids, patrol ALL their technology and apps, and make sure you engage in conversation by phone or face.  Two days ago a really nice woman, age 48, was killed because she wasn't paying attention when she was walking across the street.  The cause of death:  she was texting while walking.  Get off your phones and tablets and interact with each other.  Be safe, kind, and love one another because we only have one life.  I love you all and know if I don't text or email you back, it's not because I am ignoring you (or Cole), it's because I am truly busy.  God bless you all and enjoy these last few weeks of summer before school starts.

 

Where Has the Time Gone?

Where Has the Time Gone?

     I did not realize until tonight that I had not written anything (well at least on my blog) for three months!  I have been crazy busy writing curriculum for a proposal to the state of Texas to create a universal music class for all students in the state of Texas.  I also have been drafting and writing an article for TMEA's publication, Southwestern Musician, that addresses this important need:  a universal music classroom that takes into consideration all students' needs.  I am one blessed woman to know a lot of people that are helping me realize my value and worth as a music and special education teacher, which in return, makes me a better person.  I am not one to shy away from a challenge, and because of my strength, tenacity, and attitude to always strive to be the best, I know my dream of creating a music class for students who have severe handicaps will become a reality.

     I am not a curriculum writer, but I feel I am quite educated when it comes to teaching my son at home.  Cole and I have learned so much from each other, that I feel I need to say thank you to so many people who have influenced our lives.  My Nanny Comp was the first teacher who changed my life in a way that I can reflect upon and see how much her love for me encouraged me to become a teacher.  I loved math, but I did not like to read.  I know Nanny Comp is smiling down on me from Heaven and saying, "Great job, Erika.  You still need to read every day and learn something new, even if it's to dig a hole in the dirt and fill it back up with dirt.  You will understand what I mean by this, because you are learning and thinking in ways most people don't:  you are receiving the gift of an education."  She changed my life for good and because of Nanny Comp, I will always love math and tolerate reading because I am learning.  I learned early on that an education is not free, but it is a very valuable asset and tool when achieving life skills.

     Cole learns best by visually seeing what he needs to do on daily basis.  My awesome and most amazing husband created a hall specifically for me and Cole with multiple white boards, because early on we were told that Cole likes a visual schedule.  This summer has been nothing short of amazing because Cole is now reading his daily schedule, following the directions with only 2-3 reminders a day, and understands what he needs to do.  Cole is 13 years old and I honestly can say I never thought he would put away his clothes, take his dishes to the sink, take a shower without too much fuss, or fix his own fruit salad.  I credit my husband for creating this environment full of support and unconditional love, because without it, I honestly don't think Cole would be achieving these big milestones!  I love to learn, but I love to see the look on Cole's face when I tell him great job young man.  Cole has come so far, but I also expect him to continue to do great things with his life.  Cole is my hero and I love the incredible man he is becoming.  Did I mention Cole even goes grocery shopping with me and has his own basket with a list he has created?  That's our boy!

     I know my writing jumps around, but I think it is fitting to say I am excited about what the rest of the summer holds for us.  We always take one vacation a year with my parents and our spot is Galveston.  My mom grew up going to Galveston as a baby,  and we always made this a yearly trip from the time I was a baby at 5 months old.  We took a break for 9 years from vacationing to Galveston because the memories were raw and too painful for my mom.  We would stay in different hotels and condominiums when we went to Galveston, so when 1993 hit, we knew we had to stay in the exact same condominium as the previous year.  My granddaddy was slipping from us with the terrible disease, Alzheimer's, and we knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to die.  This would be the last trip Granddaddy Roy would take with us.  He died in 1994, and as I reflect on my wonderful memories of my Nanny and Granddaddy, I cherish those times the most.  I am so happy we now go back to Galveston, because not only do I have the best memories of walking down the beach, digging sand castles with Nanny and Granddaddy, and feeding the seagulls, we are now creating memories for years to come with Cole, my brother, his children, and my parents.  

     I will sign off for now, but if you enjoy reading my blog, please let me know!  To all of the families that are affected by autism every day, it gets easier.  We have struggled and gotten through traumatic summers, but we have pressed on.  Keep your head up, don't strive to survive, cease the day because you never know what the next day holds!  Enjoy your loved ones, take help when you know you need it, but most of all, be there for your child.  Your children will never forget what you do for them, even if you think it's ridiculous!  I am beyond blessed to have an amazing support system, full of wonderful friends (you know who y'all are) and family.  Have a great summer and I will talk to you soon!

April 2nd: Reflections of National Autism Awareness Day

April 2nd:  Living with Autism

     I have never seen so much love in one day, Thursday, April 2nd, for Cole.  Many people don't realize that every year on April 2nd, autism is recognized as a national awareness day.  I was humbled and honored to be the first chair of our school's Autism Awareness day, but mostly, I was happy to see that our school embraces all students who have autism.  We are having a fundraiser the entire month of April that will benefit the Autism Treatment Center in Dallas.  I spoke to the group of teachers who donated to our fundraiser (all proceeds are going to the Autism Treatment Center of Dallas), and they were extremely supportive of helping in any way.  I am also incredibly blessed to have a Principal that "gets it".  Cole's Principal, Kerri Jones, was the main reason (along with an idea from me) we had our first Autism Awareness Day on Thursday.  Also, Panera Bread was beyond gracious to donate two gift certificates for the teachers at Cole's school.  There will be a drawing for   Unfortunately, we still have a long way to go to educate the general population about autism.  This blog post is written today for all families that live with autism every day.  We live with autism every day and it can be quite stressful on any given day; however, if you surround yourself with friends and family that are supportive and love you, it makes living with autism bearable.  I am one of the luckiest moms, because I have an incredible support system.  My husband is my rock, but without that foundation from my parents and my incredible in-laws, I could have sunk into a deep depression, like some people do.  I am thankful every day for God, my faith, but most of all, an incredible husband and father who loves us.  I know if it wasn't for my faith, I would have never found a voice for me and for Cole.  I thank God every day for our blessings and giving me the knowledge to seek out help not just for Cole, but for me as well.

     I have always loved to sing, but I was totally caught off-guard yesterday while attending Good Friday services at our church.  I had stepped out to use the bathroom, and when I returned, I sat behind Jason Garrett (the current Dallas Cowboys Head Coach) and his wife.  I had no idea they were sitting two rows in front of me, because I wasn't feeling good.  I apparently was singing my heart out, and didn't realize I was singing so loud (I can guarantee you Cole would have told me to stop singing if he had been there!).  My mom was sitting with me, so Jason Garrett thought it was my mom singing.  After services were over, Jason Garrett told my mom she had a beautiful voice and really enjoyed her singing.  If you know my mom, she will tell you she can't sing.  I am being nice here, but my mom has quite an "unusual voice".  She laughed when Jason Garrett told her he loved her singing, because she knew he was talking about me.  I was in shock when Jason Garrett told me I had a beautiful voice and that he really enjoyed my singing.  He grabbed my arm and wanted to hug me, so I just went with it.  I can't say I didn't enjoy that hug, but he asked me a number of questions about music and singing.  I went into my nerd mode and told him I went to SMU and studied with Barbara Hill-Moore.  I didn't know if he was interested, but I told him about our amazing program at SMU.  I also told him that I thought I was done with singing, because I was Cole's mom and a very active autism advocate.  I felt called to tell Mr. Garrett and his lovely wife about Cole and how living with autism changed our lives.

     Jason Garrett literally had a line of people wanting to talk to him, but he made them wait, because he wanted to know more about us-- Cole and me.  I found myself in awe of him, because he took the time to say thank you.  I told him that I have applied to SMU for the Master's program in Education, with an emphasis in Special Education.  Jason Garrett gets it.  He talked it up with me for about 5 minutes and wanted to know if Cole liked football.  I told him Cole likes the countdown clock at any football game, but the actual game doesn't interest him.  I told him my husband and I love football (but basketball is really my first love), and appreciated all he has done for the Dallas Cowboys.  I think he was shocked by my knowledge about the game, but I am still in a state of awe because he is one of the nicest people I have ever met.  My question to all families who don't live with autism:  If Jason Garrett and his wife can sympathize with me and want to know more about autism, why can't everyone be understanding?  I am guessing it will take a lifetime to educate our world about living with autism.

     I had no idea twenty years ago I would be an autism advocate, simply because I wanted to be a professional singer.  I also knew I wanted to be a wife and a mom.  I never wavered about being a mom, but what so many people can't comprehend is my commitment to Cole and educating people about autism.  Autism is not a disease you can "catch".  Autism is a very complex neurological (translation: brain) disorder that is different in each individual.  I have always stated if you see one person with autism, you have seen one person with autism.  This spectrum disorder does not have a cure, but because of awareness, we may find that missing link.  Many diseases have that missing link, like fragile X syndrome and down's syndrome, but scientists and doctors haven't figured out what causes autism.  I have firmly stood my ground that I don't believe vaccines cause autism, but I also think there are many unknown factors that cause autism.  I don't know what causes autism, but I do know that because of funding, research, and programs out there to support people living with autism, we are better equipped to tackle the future.

     I am a better mom and wife because of my friends and the support Cole has received from school and other support groups outside school.  Our school district is not great, but as Cole's mom, I advocate for him every single day.  I feel sorry for families that don't have that support system in place or a school that is not supportive.  Recently, I have received three emails regarding a specific child who attends school in RISD (not by the family or lawyer) and does not have adequate learning conditions at his school.  I say to this mom and her son:  DON'T GIVE UP.  KEEP FIGHTING.  I am saddened by this situation, but because of his mom's fighting spirit, her tenacity to seek the best education for her son, and the resources that are available to her, she eventually will win her case.  I wish Tennille and Devon all the best, and if there is anything I can do to help, do not hesitate to contact me.  

 

Memories

Memories

     

     I have great memories from my childhood, but the ones that I cherish the most are those of my maternal grandparents, Nanny and Granddaddy.  Cole never knew my granddaddy, but I always knew if I was going to have a son, I was going to name him Roy.  Cole's middle name is Roy and I know Granddaddy would be so proud of him.  I am blessed, because my grandparents were incredible people.  My granddaddy Roy would have been 107 today, if Alzheimer's had not robbed him at the age of 86.  I think of my granddaddy every day and miss him, but I do not miss the terrible illness that robbed him of his dignity.  I am comforted by my memories and feel he is still with me every day.  My granddaddy's illness taught me so much about life.  
     Alzheimer's is a disease that I don't wish on my worst enemy, but I am thankful to have had the time with him and the knowledge that I gained from helping take care of him during this time.  I didn't think in a million years Alzheimer's would prepare me for motherhood, but it did.  Alzheimer's and autism are both neurological disorders, but are two different beasts.  The similarities between autism and Alzheimer's disease are striking, simply because if you see one kid with autism, you see one kid with autism.  I feel the exact same way about people who have Alzheimer's-- you see one person living with Alzheimer's disease, you see one person living with Alzheimer's disease.  When we put Granddaddy in a nursing home, a floor specifically dedicated to people living with Alzheimer's, there were 60 rooms on this floor.  I would say on any given day, each conversation would be one in the same that I had with each person I met.  I came to love "Silly" Sybil Simmons, "Coach" Miller, and Howard Portwood.  These people were brilliant, but were robbed of their minds because of the terrible illness, Alzheimer's disease.  My granddaddy was a very sweet, kind, and loving man, but when Alzheimer's ravaged his mind, he was not the same person.  He was belligerent, mean, cussed us out, and didn't know his wife of 64 years.  My mom and I were the only ones that could help relieve the stress, pain, and anger he was feeling.  He was incredibly strong for his size and even carried a wheelchair on his back while strapped in!  The only reason I compare Alzheimer's to autism is because I have lived and experienced both diseases as a caretaker and loved one.  The time I spent singing to my granddaddy helped me realize how much I needed that comfort during this difficult time.
     Cole is now 13 years old and I really don't know where the time has gone.  He met Nanny Comp. (Granddaddy Roy's wife) and he still talks about her.  Cole never met Roy, but I guess you could say in a sense he knows him because of my memories.  I tell Cole about our times at our farm and how Nanny and Granddaddy taught me to shell peas, grow a garden, and how to play baseball.  Cole loves it when I talk to him about Granddaddy because they have the same name!  Cole wants to know why he never met Granddaddy, because he met Nanny.  My exact words are, "Cole, you didn't meet Granddaddy physically, but he will always be in your heart.".  I don't have the courage to tell him how he died, but hopefully one of these days I will have enough strength to tell Cole why he died.  I am not a proponent of explaining death, but I don't think it should be sugar-coated.
     I am okay today, but ten years ago, I was still a mess mentally.  I miss both of my grandparents, but with age comes wisdom.  I understand why they both died and love the fact that they were the most incredible grandparents in the world!  However, I do miss being able to pick up the phone and hear their voice.  They both inspired me to do great things with my life, but the most important lesson I learned from them was unconditional love.  I love Cole, even if he's having a meltdown, due to his autism.  My grandparents loved me and my family unconditionally and because of Roy and Ethilen Compton, I am a better mom, wife, daughter, and teacher.  They showed me how to love God with all my heart, and because of this love for Him, my life couldn't get any better!  I see so much happening for me and for Cole because we love life and all that it has to offer.  Thank you, Nanny and Granddaddy, for always giving me those memories to hold onto.  Happy 107th birthday Granddaddy!

Experiences in Middle School

Experiences in Middle School

     I have come to the conclusion that most people do not realize the time and energy I put into my son's education and home life.  The other day somebody asked me, "Are you the substitute in this class or the teacher?".  I automatically assume the role of teacher and mom, because that's what I do on a daily basis for Cole.  I feel, at times, I am the only one looking out for Cole, in terms of receiving a stellar education.  I still keep in contact with many of Cole's former teachers, simply because they have a true interest in what he is doing and accomplishing in and out of the classroom.  However, I am relentless each and every day that Cole, along with his other classmates, graduates from high school with a diploma and not some stupid "certificate of completion".  Call me crazy, but if a student attends school for 13 years (or more if they have been in the PPCD program), they deserve the right to graduate with their peers without a "certificate of completion".  I have come to loathe the state of Texas with their idiotic ideas about what is required to graduate from high school with a true high school diploma and not a G.E.D. or certificate of completion.  The state of Texas finally did something right with House Bill 5.  The passing of HB 5 gives EACH student a high school diploma, even if they don't pass the STAAR.

     I am not pleased with education in Texas.  Our lawmakers send their kids to private schools to receive a top notch education, so why are the lawmakers deciding our public education's future?  I am going to fight the STAAR until it is eradicated or each school district decides to opt out, because it doesn't allow teachers to teach.  I attended great public schools in Dallas I.S.D. and I had incredible teachers.  Why should our kids suffer because of this irrational test?  I will tell you why:  the lawmakers make a TON OF MONEY by giving Pearson a contract worth $138 million dollars, in return for votes.  I plan to turn Texas upside down by challenging these senators and representatives to get rid of the STAAR.  There are so many school districts who would do so much better, if they didn't have to "teach" to the STAAR.  As a former music teacher in the public school system, I saw firsthand how I was supposed to tutor 6th grade math-- to the test.  I believe I received an incredible public education, because my teachers were not limited by any one test.  In the 1980's and 1990's we had testing (T.E.A.M.S. and I think the TAAS), but I don't remember my teachers "teaching" to these tests.  I remember going on field trips and learning about finance at a bank, attending the opera and symphony and soaking up incredible knowledge about Mozart, Beethoven, and Puccini (my favorite composer), and participating in creative writing competitions, math olympiads, and spelling bees.  These activities gave me an educational compass to follow, and a realm of endless possibilities to dream more, do more, and explore ideas of what I wanted to be when I grew up.

     I am disgusted, and mostly disappointed in our education system.  We have brilliant students in Texas and in our school district, but teachers are limited because of the STAAR and administrators who do not understand (or want to) why teachers need support.  I am sad to report that it has only gotten worse than better, with regards to education in Texas.  I have questioned my sanity, at times, because I love to teach, but do not love being told how I am supposed to teach.  I feel if teachers are given the needed support to help students in the classroom, our kids will flourish and thrive outside of the classroom.  I have seen first hand students receive incredible support from teachers, but because of resources (money) and central administration breathing down our necks, we are failing our students.  I am saddened by our education system, because it needs to be fixed.  

     I see how education can be beneficial to everyone, but if we are limited in our thinking (STAAR), our students suffer.  I know I would have never been accepted into SMU, in particular Meadows School of the Arts, if I had been limited in my thinking.  The Meadows Foundation just gave Meadows School of the Arts the largest gift in history ($45 million), and I know it is because they see the potential in our future.  I wish public education in Texas would understand this concept of "thinking outside the box", because it does happen in the private school setting.  I benefited from thinking outside the box while a student at Woodrow Wilson High School, because I had teachers and a Principal that understood I wanted to learn.  I appreciate those teachers and one Principal in particular who pushed me to think outside the box.  The support and incredible resources I was given as student is what I expect for my son and those who are in the contained special education classroom.  

     Our teachers are tired, have no motivation to teach because they are tied up with paperwork, and have no support from central administration.  I pray each and every day for Cole and his peers to receive the type of education I received:  no bias, teaching children to the fullest extent, and encouraging those around them to lift them up to see their self worth and value.  Middle school is hard.  I hated middle school, but because of that one amazing teacher and coach, it is the area I see myself most drawn to.  Coach Armelia King made that difference in my life.  I now realize I can make a difference in student's lives.  However, I also know that if there is no support at school or home, students suffer because of that lack of support.  Administration (I am talking about Assistant Superintendents and our Superintendent of R.I.S.D. when I speak about Administration) needs to find qualified teachers, those teachers need to implement that I.E.P. to the fullest extent, and administration needs to realize that our teachers need support.  I hope to make that difference one day as an administrator in special education.  I will fight for my son's right to have an incredible education, but ALL parents and families need to fight for their kids.  The only way to get something done is to start a movement.  Who is with me to fight this STAAR and get rid of the small minded thinking?  Support your student, fight for what's right, and we can and will make a difference!

Life Changes

Life Changes

     I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I submitted my application to be a presenter at T.M.E.A. nearly a year ago.  I was not prepared for so many opportunities just from this clinic.  The range of emotions that I have been feeling for over two weeks feels like a roller-coaster.  I was up one minute, down the next, just deciding what I was going to do next with my life.  I have come to the conclusion that my inner voice can't be silenced anymore; therefore I am going to pursue my Master's degree at my alma mater, SMU.  I am excited and quite nervous about this new adventure in my life, but who would I be to silence that voice that has been speaking to me for a year now?  I felt it deep down in my heart to go back to SMU when I took a practice test three weeks ago at Simmons School of Education.  SMU is an unusual school, simply because they are not just a school.  SMU is a higher institution of learning that encourages their students to think big and outside the box.  I would say I received the BEST education at SMU because of the amazing professors.  Two of those professors have become mentors and friends to me!  I can't thank these two professors enough, simply because they have been incredible mentors and role models for me.  I aspire to be what they are to me:  lovers of philosophy, art, and music, who encourage their students in and out of the classroom.  I have a very strong bond with both of these women, simply because they "get" me.  

     I realized last year I needed to go back to school to obtain my Master's in Special Education because of the lack of understanding and knowledge that Cole's principal and Special Education teacher had.  I liked Cole's teacher, but she lacked the understanding and knowledge to actually "get" Cole.  Cole is like me-- he thinks outside of the box and told me the other day Antonio Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" is not Franki Valli and the Four Seasons!  My son is brilliant and can make correlations between music, a genre, and remembers what year a song has been created and released.  I have been volunteering to teach music in Cole's Special Education class since last October and one thing I realized is nearly all of the students in this particular class are obsessed with dates.  The students like to play a game with me, which has become quite funny!  They ask me when was "Blue Moon" first written and sung it first?  They know I love this song, so they always tease me by telling me wrong answer.  You have to be in the class to get this humor, but these kids are incredible.  Cole can tell me on the musical timeline we have created when each song, what year, and what type of music it is (genre).  These kids are extremely bright and intelligent, but they need that extra help when trying to acquire a new math, english, or history concept. 

     I am very excited about returning to the classroom as a student.  I look forward to learning more, expanding my outlook on how special education is taught in the real world, as well as understanding what is expected of me as a special education teacher.  Cole has taught me a lot about life, and I sure hope I can return the favor to those families and students who have an I.E.P. or 504.  IDEA is NOT just an IDEA.  IDEA is a law that protects each student who has a disability.  Stay tuned for my next big announcement!

T.M.E.A. review: Who really reads my blog?

T.M.E.A. Review:  Who Really Reads My Blog?

     It was exactly one week ago that I presented my workshop:  "Using Music Technology with Special Needs Students".  I was extremely nervous, but I had prepared for months for this incredible opportunity!  I was relieved when it was 10:50 a.m. and my session had come to a close.  I had over-prepared, so the question and answer session flew by (10:50 - 11 a.m.).  I did not realize the impact I was going to make in the music community and beyond, but as I am writing this email, I am really behind in responding to emails regarding my workshop!  I have always felt that I was supposed to do something big with my life and make a difference in this world.  I truly believe my workshop opened up the door to limitless possibilities to what I can and will do with my life.  I never knew my role as mom and teacher would be valuable to so many people.  I am forever grateful to my mentors for always instilling in me the desire to search for knowledge, challenge me to always be the best, but most of all, the desire to inspire others.  

     I credit these teachers and administrators for giving me opportunities I could have only dreamed of as an adult:  Mr. Robert Giesler, Buster Cooper (the MOST incredible dance teacher I have ever had), my very first music teacher, Mrs. Cypher, my 4th and 5th grade Math teacher, Lilli Grant, my 2nd grade teacher, Cynthia Bell, my 6th grade teacher, Arnold Young, my coach, 7th grade science teacher and second momma, Armelia King, my 9th grade and 12th grade math teacher, Dr. Jack Mattingly, my private voice teacher, Joan Tallis, and my incredible professors from SMU:  Dr. Gail Hartin, Prof. Barbara Hill-Moore, Dr. Carol Reynolds, Dr. Donna Mayer-Martin, Prof. Constantina Tsoulainou, Dr. James Ode, Dr. Sam Holland, Dr. Jose Bowen, Dr. Alan Wagner, Dr. Andrew Anderson, Prof. Martha Satz, Professor Patti Harington Delaney, and Dr. Stuart Cheney.  These teachers and professors exemplified what I aspired to be:  an inspiration to my students.  They inspired me, challenged me, but most of all, taught me how to think out of the box.  I have never questioned my ability to learn, but these teachers understood that I learned differently.  I applaud these people, simply because they saw my ability.  These teachers, professors, and administrators never judged me and they saw what I was capable of doing with my life.  I did have a few teachers and professors that were very limited thinkers, which did cause me to doubt myself at times.  However, I was so blessed by these specific people in obtaining my degree at SMU (always my biggest accomplishment academically), that I owe them the credit that they rightfully deserve.

     By now, you know my second momma, Armelia King, had the biggest influence on my life (besides Robert Giesler) to become a teacher.  Armelia was a rare breed of a teacher.  She kept me in line, showed me kindness when I really needed it, but most of all, she instilled in me the confidence to face any challenge that arose.  I credit Armelia for giving me my wings to fly, simply because she never took no as an answer.  During those formative middle school years, I believe every student needs one of those teachers like Armelia King.  Coach was my rock when my mom had stage 3 breast cancer, and she inspired me to be the woman I am today:  confident, smart, and forgiving.  I have had great role models in my life (my parents, my maternal grandparents, my husband, my terrific in-laws, and my son), but Armelia King was exactly what I needed at 12 years old.  I could write a book about this amazing woman, simply because I credit Coach for pushing me last year to submit my proposal:  "Using Music Technology with Special Needs Students".  I clearly remember sitting at Coach's bedside at Baylor Hospital and laughing.  Coach didn't say much the last three years, but she could nod her head, say yes and no, and would laugh at the things I would come out with!  I asked her two days after Mother's Day, "Coach, do you think people would benefit from me if I did a workshop about students with special needs?".  She shook her head yes and gave me that look-- Dottie knows that look!  If you knew Coach King, her looks were either 1.  You better shut up and do as I say or I will make you run laps until the cows come home or 2. Did you really just say what I think you said?  Momma gave me look number 2.  I knew I had to do this presentation, even if it wasn't going to be picked because of my second momma, Armelia King.  Coach died August 2014, right after I was able to tell her that my workshop had been picked.

     People like Armelia King and Robert Giesler only come around once in a lifetime.  I have been forever blessed by these two inspiring people, and because of them, I hope I have the same effect on my students.  My son, Cole, and my wonderful husband inspire me every day to do my best.  I love my life, but most of all, I love it simply because I have been given so many incredible opportunities, personally and professionally.  Don't give up in life, simply because you never know who you are going to inspire.  Live your life to the fullest, give back, and love unconditionally.  

Too Much Change: Vaccines Do NOT Cause Autism

Too Much Change

     I really thought we were going to have a great school year, simply because we knew what to expect at Cole's middle school.  We had a great special education teacher, but she abruptly resigned 13 days ago.  She was one of those rare teachers that taught outside the box and challenged Cole on a daily basis.  She was an incredible teacher and pushed him to always do his best in class and in the community.  I can only wonder why she left-- an unexpected visit from administration that told her she wasn't following the student's I.E.P.s, no support from staff to relieve her for a break every day, or maybe it was a personal decision to leave.  I really think it was a combination of things, but she loved her students.  You can't fake unconditional love.  We have gone through many emotions these past 13 days, and I don't blame Cole's teacher for leaving.  I left mid-semester my teaching job, because I feared for my safety.  There are many reasons teachers leave their job, simply because teaching is the hardest job in the world.  However, we lost a great teacher and it has affected Cole in ways I can't put into writing.

     Fast forward thirteen days and my life has been a roller coaster without a stop button!  I have been studying for the TExES test to become a highly qualified special education teacher in the state of Texas.  I took a practice test yesterday at SMU (Simmons School of Education) and I passed it with flying colors!  I was shocked over what I actually knew, but I think what surprised me the most is that I didn't over-think the questions.  I am a perfectionist, so once I realized I only have to make an 80 on this test, I started studying last Thursday.  I am very familiar with Special Education law, but one thing I realized is that I am not very familiar with certain terms.  What is dygraphia?  I had no idea what this was until last night.  Domain III, Competency 008, was the only area that I missed.  I am not a Math, English or Language Arts teacher, but in order to pass this test, I am slowly becoming an expert in these fields.  I wish Common Core did not exist, simply because it doesn't establish a foundation for our children.  How is a student going to accomplish AP Statistics in college, when they are not given the tools to do long division?  I am one of "those" parents that disagrees with STAAR testing (along with a lot of my friends) and feel it should be thrown out.

     Enough about this subject, simply because I was writing today to get rid of the false myth "vaccines cause autism".  Vaccines do NOT cause autism.  I have lost friends over this issue, simply because they truly believe this crap.  The doctor who said vaccines cause autism had his license stripped because it was and is a lie.  We now are seeing an outbreak in Mumps and Measles, simply because there are parents that believe vaccines cause autism.  Yes, there may be a very small percentage of parents that have cause to say this, but it is because their child has an underlying health issue that they may not be aware of.  I blame the media for the hype that says "vaccines cause autism".  Just this morning as I was getting ready, Matt Lauer had a taped recording of a mom who said vaccines caused her daughter's autism.  What they failed to mention is that her daughter had underlying health issues.  I am not questioning the mom about her daughter's health issues, but I know if my child had the option of getting Mumps and Measles vs. Autism, I would take Autism any day.  We have had our ups and downs, but autism is not something that is "catchable".  I interpret autism as a brain fart.  Sometimes autism is funny, like a fart!  Sometimes autism stinks-- just like a fart.  However, I would rather my son have autism than stand over his death bed and ask "why did I listen to the media?  Why is he dying from the Measles?".  Don't believe the hype about this myth.  Don't let autism scare you.  

     I hope this blog post helps expel the myth about vaccines causing autism.  I know one thing is for sure:  if you don't vaccinate your child, your child may be a statistic.  That statistic would read:  Parents didn't vaccinate their child, so their child died from a disease that was preventable.  America, WAKE UP.  Vaccines DO NOT CAUSE AUTISM.  

A New Year = New Schedule of Classes and Change

A New Year = New Classes and Change

     I am not one to procrastinate when it comes to getting things done and checked off the list!  However, I was slowed down in December because I got sick with pneumonia (right before Christmas!) and my "perfectionist" ways made me realize that I am not God.  I have had pneumonia for nearly a month and I started to freak out about the recovery time it takes to get completely well.  I stayed in, didn't celebrate Christmas with my family on Christmas day, but what I came to realize is that I have an incredible family that loves me-- sick or well.  My problem I was having is that I really wanted to finish my Power Point presentation and hand-out for my workshop before the new year.  I didn't get my work done because of my health, so now I am putting on the finishing touches of this huge project.  Life threw me a curve ball as I was not expecting to come down with pneumonia before Christmas, but it made me stop and reflect on my life.  I am only one person, Cole only has one mom, and my husband is my rock.  I have the most amazing life and I feel that God was telling me to slow down.  I am beyond busy trying to figure out what is best for Cole, in terms of education, future employment, what he will do after he graduates from high school, and if he decides to get married.  The reason I state these things is because when you are a mom to a child that has autism or a child with special needs, your worry doubles.  I worry that when I die or when my husband (his amazing dad!) dies, how is Cole going to handle it?  He asks us all the time about when we are going to die.  Cole quotes exact dates of people he has loved when they died.  For example, Cole may have never met them, like Robin Williams, Dick Clark, or Don Pardo, but he truly loved these people.  He is obsessed with dates, so I chalk this up to his incredible memory and his "autism".  I have this incredible kid, who happens to have autism, but as a parent, you always wonder "what if".  I always look ahead to the future, as we never know what each day brings.  I feel planning, preparation, and a lot of prayer goes into having a great life.  I know if I don't prepare and plan, then prayer helps me realize that I need to!

     By now, if you have read all of my blog posts, you will realize how much I love my son and my husband.  Cole has, and always, will be my world.  I have an incredible partner and husband that supports me and Cole in anything that we want to do in life!  Cole's dad and my husband is one of those rare people that gets me and Cole.  He loves us unconditionally and gives us anything and everything we need.  I could write poems, sonnets, songs (which I have), and a book about how my husband loves us.  You never know what life is going to give you, but I am thankful every single day for this man.  The reason I am gushing about my husband and Cole's dad is because he has stood by me, pushed me to where I am today, and knows exactly what I need.  My husband has given me wings to fly, which in return, has given Cole the ability to go out there and seize the  moment.  I couldn't have done my Power Point or workshop without having the right partner and husband supporting me.  He encourages me and Cole to do our best, to love life, but most of all, he has given us a feeling of security.  I love my parents, but having a mate that supports me in everything I do is paramount to how I feel:  I feel I can conquer the world because of the love of my husband!  He has given me and our son, Cole, a home that is full of unconditional love and support.  My parents gave us love and support and I am forever grateful for their support, but having a husband that "gets it" makes life that much better for me and for Cole.

     I know I titled this post:  A New Year = New Schedule of Classes and Change.  Cole loves school because he has amazing teachers, an incredible staff, and wonderful friends.  However, if I didn't fight for his education, he would be just a statistic.  He has the same DJP (Developmental Junior High Program) teacher for English, Math, Social Studies, and Science, but he has a new class this semester, which is working out great!  This class is a human services (think sewing, travel, cooking....) class and he loves it, simply because he has three friends in his class.  He also said the teacher is "hot".  Yep, he's a lady's man for sure!  I told Cole it's a good thing her husband works at his school, so he can watch out for boys like Cole!  I did have words with the counselor (she is lazy, as I have found out from various sources), simply because I feel Cole needs to be mainstreamed as much as possible outside of his DJP classroom.  His DJP teacher, Ms. Tamayo, is incredible!  However, I expect great things from Cole and he is getting closer to high school, so I want him to go to college.  Does this sound attainable for a kid who didn't really talk until age 8?  I think it is very attainable.  I don't give up on Cole, and he doesn't give up either.  We are blessed to have each other in life, but most of all, we are supremely blessed by my amazing husband that gives us the confidence and strength to pursue our dreams.  Have a great January and there will be much more to come from  my blog in the coming months!  Stay tuned, but for now (in Cole's words), "Happy New Year 2015!".........