http://www.tard-blog.com
As someone who has had experience with mentally handicapped children, I refuse to believe this person isn’t at least telling the partial truth. It’s just so authentic- the fact that some of the kids can be brilliant (but it doesn’t paint them as little Hollywood miracle children who are more insightful than the adults around them), the frustration with rotten parents, the moments of utter hatred for some of the cruel kids. I don’t want to debate whether it’s insensitive (though I guess that’s unavoidable- I think it’s borderline, but aside form the word “tard,” not any worse than what a teacher of “regular” kids would post)-- but is it real? Does anyone know?
It rings true to me, too.
Tangentially related reading: A Very Special Concert . (I think I’m in love with Katy St. Clair.)
Hey! I forgot about TardBlog. Totally politically incorrect, but the stories are funny.
Yes, it really is created by a special-ed teacher. Her names and the kid’s names are changed, of course.
One of my favorite stories from the TBlog:
Tard brings candy, flips out
The green cupcakes in the picture are from a kids 7th birthday that was celebrated during class.
As he was passing them out, he actually tried to decide who he was and wasn’t going to give a cupcake too. I told him that that wasn’t a choice–everyone gets one or no one gets one.
He flipped out, took two of them, and smashed them on the lenses of his glasses.
The cupcakes were so foul looking. That weird shade of green, and there were these little white speckles all over the top of it. Speckles that were in the frosting already. I have no fucking clue what that shit is.
BMax
November 25, 2005, 6:58am
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I’m still stunned by this one:
42: Tyler’s nose candy:
I can’t believe what I see: Tyler is snorting Pixie Stick sugar.
He had opened up three little Pixie Sticks (which he knows he is not supposed to bring for snack), had lined up rails of sugar, and was using the paper pixie stick tube to snort the shit with!
I run over to him and snatch the pixie stick from his hand. He says “Hey, what do you think you are doing??” I told him we do not put things in our nose.
He said “I tried to tell you earlier, but you wouldn’t let me.”
I ask him what he had wanted to tell me. He says, “My dad always snorts stuff, he calls it nose candy. Before he went to jail, he gave me a bunch of my own nose candies, and told me I was allowed to have them at school.”
I referred Tyler to our counselor, who will conduct some sort of drug intervention program with him.
Apparently a lot of the retardation she deals with is caused by prenatal drug abuse. This saddens me more than I can express.