No Eyes In the Back of My Head

     Four students, all with severe deficits cognitively, behaviorally and functionally.  All four, nonverbal.  And me, a teacher.  A referee?  A gatekeeper?  A human electric fence?  Sand on linoleum floor.  Water spilled, because bubbles in the sink entertain.  Doors closed, a mere challenge to open and bolt out- up stairs, down stairs, pass general education students attending to their school day desk work.  And one wanted the toy of another.  With no verbal language, he attempted to take it.  The other student, unable to verbalize "hey, that's mine", scratched him and I (holding my runner student's hand to sweep with me the sandy floor, should have seen and prevented this "forgotten" student's wound.  Welcome back to the perpetual feeling of inadequacy that comes with teaching.  Welcome back to school!