This was posted on the “Writer’s Almanac” daily poems. I’m not sure how I feel about it as a poem, but the words within are beautiful. As a mother of an Autistic child, who will one day become an Autistic adult, reading this comforts me. It helps me feel better about my child growing up, and one day going to college. It helps me believe that there are at least SOME teachers out there who are willing to try to understand their students, and to help them.
Gifted and Talented
by Krista Lukas
For my teaching license, I am required
to take a class called “Mainstreaming,”
in which we learn about every kind
of kid who could walk or be wheeled
through our future classroom doors.
Not the blind, the deaf, and the handicapped,
but students with
blindness, deafness, developmental delays,
autism, moderate to severe
learning disabilities, hyperactivity,
attention deficit, oppositional defiance
disorder, and so on.
The instructor, an elementary
principal by day, who outlines
each chapter and reads to us
these outlines each Wednesday
from six to nine, devotes
one hour one night to the subject
of students with
gifts and talents, who might also
come through our future.
Regarding special programs
for such students, one teacher-candidate asks,
“Do you have to be gifted to teach them?”
“No.” The principal-instructor
shakes her head, as if
such a thing would be impossible.
“Not many gifted people
go into education.”