Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Out of the mouth of babes

This blog appears to be turning into a G-Rated "kidfest." I do have other interests, but when you spend 7:30-3:30, Monday through Friday with children ten and under, you don't have interesting stories about conversing with adults. I'm lucky if I talk to 5 people over 8 years old on any given day (although, from the looks of things, I appear to be writing this blog for my own reading enjoyment... i.e., I can't tell if anyone is actually visiting).

Today, while administering a cognitive assessment, I realized just how old I really am (or just how young kids really are these days). I showed a student an array of pictures on a page and asked her to point to three which go together. She pointed to two things, and then said, "yes, the other is this weird looking computer type thing."

She was referring to a typewriter. Later, I said to another student, we're going to go down to my office to listen to a cassette for the next part of the assessment. He said, "What the heck is a cassette? That's so late 90's."

Lets just say that it was a low moment in my day. Kinda like that one time one of my kids asked me if I was alive during the ice age- and if I was, that I was SOOOOOOOOO lucky. My opinion of children was later redeemed though when I went up to the special education office and talked to two other female students. They were talking about "High School Musical" and one of them said, "Did you know Ashley Tisdale is 24?!?!? That is like so old!" The special ed teacher shot them a look and said, "excuse me, how old do you think I am?" She got 18. Then she asked, "how old do you think Ms. A (aka me) is? I got 15. I almost hugged them.

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