okay, enough of that

So much for my attempt to do a bunch of professional blog stuff. I got rather bored with that. Let's talk about special ed. I have this- you could call it a hobby- of helping out in the special ed room at a local middle school. It's not what you think. I mean, I get paid. But its an occasional thing. And this is why it's so unbelievably funny. Here's why. The children are severely handicapped, both mentally and physically, and, well, they talk funny. Now, deep down they are your typical middle school kids. They tease each other, they disobey, they curse, they talk back. But they do it from wheelchairs and no one can understand what they're saying or doing except the teachers who work with them every day. One of the teachers is actually a screenwriter, so it kills me that he doesn't get the incredibly cinematic humorous situations that occur every day, but he doesn't. Only I see the humor for some reason. So here's the scenario:

kid named robert: aloobagorrabiilaaree (that's what I hear) (He is kind of looking off into the distance, seemingly unfocussed.)

other kid named Serge: brinnooflibergibletriblofoo (again, that's what I hear. He is staring at his shoes while coloring a picture)

teacher:  Robert! Stop teasing Sergio! If I have to tell you one more time you are going in "time out," and no gold star today! Do you hear me????!!!!!!

Am I sick, or do you see the humor here? The teachers get really mad about whatever the kids are supposedly saying, so I have to stifle my laughter completely. No one would get it.