There are times when the arguments I dream in my head are brilliant. As for other times? Well, we won’t talk about that.
Today was one of the “brilliant” days:
This school year is our inaugural year of academic inclusion. I’ve seen a lot go right and I’ve seen a lot go wrong. I’ve been very concerned about the stuff that’s been going wrong and headed downstairs to talk to Head Cheese about it. During our conversation, I shared with him my vision for change I’d like to see happen in the program next year.
One of the things I’d like to see in my “ideal world” is the regular ed. teacher of the team only teaching inclusion. This would lower the regular education to special education student ratio significantly in each class period.
That would be a good thing.
Head Cheese looked at me when I posed my original argument like I was a loon.
I stood my ground.
He asked me to check with the teams to see if they felt the same way. I told him I would ask, but I already knew that they would agree with me.
He was skeptical.
I met with two of my three teams today.
I posed my argument to them.
They didn’t need any persuading. In fact, one of the teams didn’t even let me finish making my argument. They agreed with me without batting an eyelash.
I relayed my findings to Head Cheese. He looked at me and said, “you know, Lisa. You make a lot of sense. I think we need to adjust our planning for next year.”
And modest, too.