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| just another kid |
| non fiction - first published in 1988 |
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And if the six small boys and girls are not enough, a disordered parent arrives on the scene. She is Ladbrooke, mother of autistic Leslie, formidably elegant, seductive, bristling with beauty, but also alcoholic, promiscuous and speechlessly hostile. The core of this story is Ladbrooke’s and Torey’s developing friendship, reminding us that love
takes many forms. Ladbrooke wants to be “just another kid” in the class. The colloquial
title signals the moral of this book: life is most fully realized while relating to and engaging others.
And this remarkable teacher's memoir convinces the reader that one of the most demanding jobs in education,
a task not long ago dismissed as hopeless, may be richly and creatively rewarding. |
| Authors notes: |
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Alarmed that her publishers might not like this deviation from the synopsis they'd purchased, she mailed the 250-page uncompleted manuscript in a panic to her editor over Christmas that year to find out if she should proceed. Fortunately, everyone liked the “story that wrote itself”. |
| Where are they now? |
| Dirkie is now in his thirties. He has been unable to live independently,
so is now in sheltered living, which also provides him with employment.
Torey has lost track of Mariana. Leslie is in her late twenties. She has developed well, although she is still severely autistic, and this has meant that she can not live independently. Consequently, she remains at home with Tom. But she has adjusted well and enjoys life. Tom has remarried. Torey has lost track of Geraldine, other than knowing she is still in Northern Ireland. Shamie is now in his thirties. He has returned to live in Northern Ireland and works there as a civil servant. He sends the following message to readers: Hello, this Shamie from JUST ANOTHER KID.
Shemona is now in her twenties. She has remained in the US. She has been working in public relations but recently switched to teaching. She sends this message to readers: Hi. I’m just writing to let you all know that I’m doing fine and I’m settled into a pretty good life. I got my master’s degree in education. I didn’t last very long as a teacher, I’m afraid. It wasn’t for me. So I’m working now in a textbook company developing materials for classrooms. I got married to my boyfriend four years ago and now we have a daughter named Rosheen who is two and a half. And I still have my other baby, Ronnie [the Burmese kitten] I guess that’s all. Ladbrooke has returned to doing research. She and her second husband divorced several years ago. She and Torey remain close friends. Originally I didn’t want to write anything for this. When Torey asked me it felt like an invasion of my privacy in a strange sort of way, like admitting all over again, only in public this time, how bad things had been that year for me, so I said to her, just send my good wishes. But I lurked on the message board often, but mostly I kept coming back to “our” page here and re-reading it because it made me feel like being back in that year, which wasn’t really a good year because it was a hard year, but you know what I mean. I probably have it memorized. I keep reading what 'Shamie' and 'Shemona' wrote and I keep thinking, "I want to be there too." I want to be recognized as part of that class, because it really was "my" class too.
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