I hope you all read the title “SPAW! SPAW!” to the sound effect of a large predatory bird cawing. No? Well I did in my head. SPAW stands for School Psychology Awareness Week, in case anyone was wondering. So, how was your SPAW? I spent mine on maternity leave, making informal Individual Education Plan goals for my baby daughter in my head, as in: “Baby B will reach for a desired object on 4 out of 5 trials as measured by mommy charted records.”
Since I was not at work this year for SPAW, I thought I’d do a little recycling for those who haven’t been with the blog since 2007, but are too daunted by the hojillion posts to go searching for what the days of a school psychologist are like. Here’s a hint: never the same. You never know what will present itself when you walk in your school doors, and chances are, your plans for the day go out the window within the first hour or so. It’s what I like about our profession–never a dull moment. So here are some oldies, but goodies, about the day in the life of…moi.
A typical day, full of children trying to run away from me and foreign objects being thrown.
Another day, another quest for a pen and additional time to do my job.
Three days smooshed into one, full of cold pricklies (guns and whatnot) and warm fuzzies (kids making real changes).
Somebody, hug me. I hate when advocates get unnecessarily saucy in meetings.
And to spice it up with something new, here is a sample of how your friends at the NFtSP Blog Facey Face page spent their SPAW:
See, we are more than just testing and IEP machines! Spread the news!
Oh, and in case you were wondering, Baby B is at 80% mastery on her IEP goal, as she reached for her Whoozit toy four times today. Genius child.