I bet every child in America brought home (along with two reusable bags full of leftover classroom crap) a “memory book” on their last day of school. If your child didn’t do a memory book, you are missing out on some voyeurism and good laughs and should demand one next year. While perusing Finbar’s 2nd grade memory book today, I found a few pages that spoke volumes about his self image including his self portrait at the beginning of the year shown here
and his “The Best Part of Me” essay stating in no uncertain terms that “The best part of me is my brain.” The crowning jewel however was his “I Am Poem” where he had to fill in blanks to complete prompts to write about himself. What he filled in is underlined in the poem below. While other kids wrote about seeing puffy clouds in the sky and dreaming about world peace, Finbar chose a more straightforward approach.
I Am Poem by Finbar
I wonder… constantly.
I hear… through both ears.
I see… through both eyes. (fine examples of literal Aspergerian thinking)
I want…to be a pilot.
I am… Finbar. (yes you are)
I pretend…that I am a pilot.
I touch…everything. (easy there bud)
I worry… about nothing. (except where your Nintendo 3DS is every morning)
I cry…never. (except when you need to get your younger brother in trouble)
I am…Finbar. (yup)
I understand…almost everything (my personal fave).
I say…everything in a nice way. (err, unless you are speaking to your mother)
I dream…awesome dreams.
I try…to get better at bowling. (what? Not school??)
I hope…I get to do Apple Valley Days.
I am..Finbar. (Indeed you are)