One of our autistic students comes to my office every morning. Last year, when she was in the 9th grade, she wanted to “girl talk”, talk about dogs, and show me her favorite cartoons on her iPad. Now that she’s in the 10th grade, she puts on her headphones, listens to music, occasionally shows me a cartoon or video, and often interrupts and interjects.
Last week she noticed I cut my hair, “Miss Sky, there’s something different about you, I think it’s your hair.”
I told her that yes, I did. My secretary said, “Isn’t it cute?” My student shrugged her shoulders. I said, “So, I guess you don’t like it?”
She said, “Ya, it’s okay.” Then she turned her head, and shielded her mouth, like you would if you were going to whisper and tell a secret, and audibly said, “No, I really don’t.” She turned back to me and said, “Whatever, it’s your hair-do.”
I love this kid. She starts my day with joy.