Glazed Eyes

It's funny the looks you get from people when you tell them your job. You say you're a social worker. They may ask what exactly you do, but once you tell them - eyes glazed. You say you're a factory worker building refrigerators. Interest for about .1 second...eyes glazed. You say you're an accountant...immediate glazing.

You say you're a special education teacher for students with emotional and behavioral disabilities. You wait for the glaze. It doesn't come. So you launch into your spiel about what age group, what school, how many students, what gender, what they're like, etc.

That is how I see it. That is how it happens for me. The glaze eventually happens, but being that I could talk about my job all day, sometimes I fail to notice. I have come across those few people in my short time as a teacher though, who really don't get what it is like to be a special ed teacher.

They have no clue what it must be like to deal with students who are so angry and so mad that they don't care who they hurt. Explaining my life to them is difficult.

I will attempt to do it here.