About 6 weeks into the school year, I got a new little student in my class. His records say that he is mildly mentally disabled, but I'm not so sure. The other kids have pointed him out as "slow", but he routinely has answers in my math class, when they do not. He is quiet, never bothers anyone, and one of this "things" is to draw rows and rows and rows of these little men. His box of crayons, pencils, glue sticks, and scissors is always present. He will usually put these away when I ask, so that he can do math, but usually - when there's a break in the action - they find their way back to his desktop.
When I looked closely at what he was doing one day, I thought they were pretty interesting. Each one is different, and there seems to be no rhyme or reason. I asked if I could have one, and he shook his head "no". One day on his way out the door, he shoved a paper at me, "Here". It was one of his sheets of drawing, but uncolored. The next day, I asked him if he would color it for me, and he took it back to work on it. Periodically, I've asked him if he is working on it for me, and he nods. I told him that's what I wanted for Christmas. Today, I got my present. I think I will mat it and laminate it!
The Horror of Forced Baptism
26 minutes ago