{"id":253900,"date":"2026-07-13T03:08:26","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:08:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beautiful-child-torey-l-hayden\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:08:26","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:08:26","slug":"beautiful-child-torey-l-hayden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beautiful-child-torey-l-hayden\/","title":{"rendered":"Beautiful Child – Torey L Hayden"},"content":{"rendered":"
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And she keeps thinking it\u2019s right.\u201d A pause. \u201cAnd then I think, \u2018This isn\u2019t human. How much rage are you swallowing?\u2019 \u2018How terrible will it be when it comes out?\u2019 \u2018Will you be a really scary person then?\u2019\u201d \u201cDo you think the children feel this way?\u201d<\/p>\n

Bob asked. \u201cI dunno. They seem to relate to her all right. They play her up. She isn\u2019t very good with discipline and they know it, so they can get really obnoxious. But maybe it\u2019s only me who thinks she\u2019s scary. Maybe I\u2019m sensitized by this point.\u201d And then silence. \u201cSo, what shall we do?\u201d Bob asked. \u201cHow do you want me to handle this?\u201d \u201cGet me another aide?\u201d I said quietly, more as a wish than a question. \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s possible.<\/p>\n

Not if she\u2019s not doing anything really wrong.\u201d \u201cNo, I realize that. But she\u2019s not any happier about all this than I am, I\u2019m sure. If she could have a quieter, more predictable classroom and I could have a plain, old, ordinary person. Not a saint \u2026\u201d Bob smiled. \u201cWhat if I just talk to her, for a start? Get everything out in the open. See where she stands. See if she can alter her behavior a little. And maybe you can alter yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs in?\u201d \u201cAs in being a little more tolerant of a different approach.\u201d I nodded. \u201cFrom the sounds of things, I can hear where you\u2019re coming from on this. And I have faith in whatever methods you are using. So, it does sound like Julie has some problems and I will talk to her about them. But there are a million ways of interacting with people. If she isn\u2019t actually hurting the children, if she isn\u2019t upsetting them or interfering with their progress, then we may simply have to accept that this is a way different from our own, but it isn\u2019t wrong.<\/p>\n

And so we\u2019ll need to adjust too.\u201d 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter Since Venus had returned at the beginning of December, her behavior on the playground had been more controlled. This was due in part to the fact that she was being so closely supervised. She still had her own aide at lunchtime. Julie watched her at morning recess, and I kept her in at afternoon recess. So there was much less chance of her attacking other children.<\/p>\n

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The first time I saw her, she was atop a stone wall that ran along the west side of the playground. Lolling back with one leg outstretched, one drawn up, her dark hair tumbling opulently down behind her, she had her eyes closed, her face turned to the sun. The pose gave her the aura of some long- forgotten Hollywood glamour queen and that\u2019s what caught my attention, because she could, in fact, have only been six or seven.<\/p>\n

I went on past her and up the walk to the school. Seeing me coming, the principal, Bob Christianson, came out from the school office. \u201cHey, darned good!\u201d he cried heartily and clapped me on the shoulder. \u201cGreat to see you. Just great. I\u2019ve been so looking forward to this. We\u2019re going to have good fun this year, hey? Great times!\u201d In the face of such enthusiasm I could only laugh. Bob and I had a long history together.<\/p>\n

When I was just a struggling beginner, Bob had given me one of my first jobs. In those days he was director of a program researching learning disabilities, and his noisy, casual, hippy-inspired approach to dealing with the deprived, difficult children in his care had alarmed many in our rather conservative community at the time. Admittedly, it had alarmed me a little in the beginning too, because I was newly out of teacher training and not too accustomed to thinking for myself.<\/p>\n

Bob had provided me with just the right amount of encouragement and direction while bullishly refusing to believe anything I claimed to have learned from my university course work. As a consequence, I spent a heady, rather wild couple of years learning to defend myself and finding my own style in the classroom along the way. At the time it was an almost ideal working environment for me, and Bob almost single-handedly molded me into the kind of teacher I would become, but in the end he was too successful.<\/p>\n

I learned not only to question the precepts and practicalities of the theories I was taught in the university, but I also began to question Bob\u2019s. There was too much insubstantial pop psychology in his approach to satisfy me; so when I felt I\u2019d grown as much as I could in that setting, I moved on. A lot of time had passed for both of us in the interim. I\u2019d worked in other schools, other states, other countries, even. I\u2019d branched out into clinical psychology and research, as well as special education.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d even taken a couple of years away from education altogether.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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