Slice of Life: Broken Glasses

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Have you seen those videos of babies hearing their mother’s voice for the first time? Imagine what it must be like to have the mute button turned off and all of a sudden hearing the soothing sound of a human voice.

I experienced this in reverse after I broke my glasses yesterday. I wore them gingerly until my husband took them to try to fix them. It was astonishing to me how utterly dependent I am on them. I could navigate my house, and thanks to 40 years of typing, was able to write this and have it be relatively error free, but not much else. I could listen to a podcast because I knew the icon’s  color and general design. But I couldn’t stop typing in the middle of a sentence, because I couldn’t go back and reread. If I lost my train of thought, well, it’s lost. (It wouldn’t be the first time!) 

As I typed these words I realized what it must be like for students in our classrooms with learning differences that aren’t being addressed. When we don’t differentiate for these children, we’re essentially asking them to work without their glasses.

We insist that they read this book, do this math, write this story.

And, oh by the way, do it with one sense missing and hardly any experience to fall back on to help you.

Then we’re back in five minutes and wonder why they haven’t gotten more done.

Now we’re exasperated because they don’t know who the main character is because, well, it’s right there in front of them! How do they not see that?

My husband had my glasses for about fifteen minutes. I quickly became bored and frustrated. I was ready to go find something, anything, I could do without my glasses, even if it was only folding clothes.

I can’t imagine how I would feel after six hours of this. I also had a splitting headache, not because I was trying to read this, but because it was impossible not to look at the screen while I typed.

Learning to see by losing one’s sight is a literary device as old as literature itself. I’ve always thought I did my best to differentiate and make accommodations and modifications so students will be able to learn. After this experience, though, I wonder if I’m doing enough. From now on I’ll be much more aware of ensuring that every student can see (and hear!) exactly what they need to. I want to see that smile of joy and understanding spread across the faces of all my students.

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7 thoughts on “Slice of Life: Broken Glasses

  1. This is spot on… it also made me think about something I’ve been talking about with my colleagues lately… the idea of an “Expert Blindspot”.

    So often what we are teaching comes so easily and naturally to us after years of studying and explaining it, that we struggle to relate the initial problem of first understanding it.

    THEN you toss in a more serious issue like dyslexia, etc. and students probably just feel hopeless.

    This is a good reminder for teachers to recognize the struggle in their students and discover ways to support them.

    Thanks for the reminder!

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  2. I met a blind student last year. He amazes me with his kindness. He notices me in the room. He says hello to me. He even volunteered to walk around the room showing a piece of wood from the presenter. The presenter had no idea he was blind. It was easy for us to forget, too. We take for granted the senses we have. I like how this experienced helped you realize that we need to be more aware of our students’ disabilities.

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  3. A powerful and important piece! Such a metaphor to help us think about some of our students and the kinds of supports they need if they are going to be successful, if there is going to be a place in school for them too. My son is dyslexic, and I very much imagine this is what his school day is like for him. He comes home exhausted, cranky, defeated every day–and no wonder!

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  4. Making assumptions about a child’s ability is such an easy, but often mistaken, thing to do. Especially for young children, we cannot know what they are “seeing”, how they are processing, until they can actually describe to others, or until thorough testing gives some clues. This is a wise post, Catherine, to apply your own needs and wonder how many children are being ignored because no one has found out the problems the child may have. Thank you.

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