As the last two weeks of summer went by, I met with old and new teaching colleagues. I reminisced over dinner with a teacher who taught across the hall from me at the school I left last year. I laughed over lunch with a nurturing and seasoned paraprofessional from that school. And I sent back-to-school packages to students from last year’s class, piecing together some books, erasers, and pencils. What did I realize? It’s difficult to move on. Especially as a new teacher.
Native kids with disabilities were held in wooden boxes. Sweeping reforms
are coming
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State officials in New York say the Salmon River district's special
education program confined young children with disabilities in wooden
boxes. Parents we...
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