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Personal Narrative: He Can Be Taught
“He can be Taught,” is the perfect title for how the day went. It was wonderful to see M smiling and having a great day. He followed directions, which was our main objective and the smile on his face was contagious. We did numerous activities that involved counting and memorization, so now I’m wondering what his limits are. Next time we will continue some of the same activities, but I want to get him counting to higher numbers. I think the sticker idea was brilliant, and it gave M a goal to work towards. I learned that giving praise and encouragement for jobs well done, was contagious as well. The proud look on his face when he got to put his own sticker on the chart, reminded me of when I had gotten one of those sticker stars when I was in
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