Most of the kids we served had language or speech problems. We did a lot of assessment of kindergarteners. The kids were great! They were well-behaved and so much fun. I had to create a lesson each week to do with the groups. Because that age group is so focused on literacy, many weeks I went through a book and asked them lots of questions. Therapy was conducted in groups of 2-8 kids.

My favorite group was the preschoolers. The 3-year old preschool class was across the hall from our room, and we were in there quite a bit. According to state law, for every special ed preschooler you have to have a normally-developing peer. Of course the parents decided whether or not their child was normal, which made some interesting situations (there were two boys who were supposed to be normal, but seemed to have some mild autism characteristics). The class had about 14 kids. The special ed kids included 2 boys with autism, a boy with a seizure disorder (and did not speak), a girl with a cleft palate, and a boy with childhood apraxia (we think). The kids loved sitting on the adults laps during circle time. Sometimes I would have 2 or 3 kids trying to sit on my lap at once.

Here are a few funny stories from the semester.

We evaluated a little boy for speech and language. We see his sister for speech, and she is not the brightest light bulb in the box. After talking to the father, I think it might be hereditary. After the testing, the father asked if the boy would need speech. My supervisor said we would have to calculate the scores before we knew. The father said, “Well, if he has a 7 year old brain he won’t need to come to speech.” Then, with a very pronounced lisp and accent said, “I know where he gets his speech impediment from. His mom’s cousin has a real bad country accent.”

Dawson (one of the preschool boys whose mom is the teacher) went with his father to a meeting. The lady had short, dark, and curly hair. Dawson pipes up, “You have dark curly hair just like Miss Melanie!” When they got home the father asked his wife (the preschool teacher), “Who’s Miss Melanie?”

Fall Fun Day was a school-wide day of different activities to celebrate Fall. I helped the preschool class as they went to their various activities. Our first stop was singing and story time in the library. We sang a song, and then a lady portraying Mary Draper Ingalls told her story. Unfortunately, she didn’t do a good job of bringing her story down to a 3 and 4 year old level. Add Special Ed kids in the mix, and it was an interesting time. The kids did a great job paying attention during the first 15-20 minutes. But then attention started to wane. One 4 year old girl lay on the floor and sang the “ABC” song. Our probably-autistic boy started scooting closer and closer to the story teller and eventually had to be held. Thankfully he did not hum much during the story. At one point they passed around sunflower seeds for the kids to eat (since that’s one of the foods Mary found to eat on her way home). I was surprised how many of them like it. Our little syndrome boy devoured his seeds and then held his cup up saying “more” several times (meanwhile the story is still going on). At one point Mary talked about how she was in the river and she didn’t know how to swim. She asked what happens when water goes over your head. Instead of saying “you drown,” Dawson pipes up “You go up to God.” Mary didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Then she asked the kids what language we speak (like they know the answer to that). “Do we speak French?” The 4 year olds say no. “Do we speak Spanish?” The 4 year olds again say no. “Do we speak English?” Our little syndrome boy, who is pretty unintelligible above the one-word level says “no!” Thos of us who know the boy started laughing because listening to him talk you wouldn’t think it was English!

Our final stop on Fall Fun Day was to listen to a man talk about bee keeping. He mentioned honey and then he had some honey for the kids who wanted to try it. One of the aids went around and put it on the finger of the kids who wanted some. Several of the 3 year olds were interested until the honey was put on their finger. One “normal” kid had some sensory issues and started wiping it off on his clothes. The autistic boy gestured that he wanted some, so the aid went and put a large glob on his finger. While they were trying to get him to put his finger in his mouth he freaked out about the texture on his finger. He spastically shook his hand and honey went flying in the air, on the aid who was holding him (who didn’t react because she was probably expecting it) and the aid next to them who freaked out (she helps the other preschool class that isn’t as severe and I think she got some in her hair). It was pretty funny.

Here are some more stories about some of my patients.

In my other post about my externship, I mentioned the 80 year old doctor who had a stroke. He made a lot of improvement throughout the summer. When I left, he was working on some conversational speech he could use at his granddaughter’s wedding next week. He has a hard time with long words and words with several consonants in a row. In just a session or two he was able to say “speech” very clearly and made great improvement on “difficult” and “beautiful.”  Some more interesting facts about him…. Although he has a house in Bluefield, WV; he’s now living with his son and daughter-in-law in Wytheville. They don’t think he can ever live alone again. However, my supervisor and I disagree. Even living with his son he has a caregiver around the clock. He can communicate and can walk. Other than difficulty speaking, his mind is working well enough for daily life skills. Because he has to have a caregiver, it seems to me that he could live just as well at home as with his son. The other more interesting bit of information is that he owns about 5 miles of property along the New River. The New River Trail actually borders his property. He and his son both have a “cabin” there. Apparently these cabins are very nice. His son just built a picnic shelter, and his shelter is being constructed (out of stone). I can’t help but wonder how much that property is worth.

The other patient I mentioned in my other post was the man who pocketed the fruit and was being treated for a swallowing problem. I really enjoyed working with him. He was very funny. During the summer he retired from his job. Now he plays golf several days a week. He says funny things like “now that I’m retarded” (instead of “retired”) and “your generosity is overwhelming me” (once I told him I wasn’t going to make him eat during our session). One time he mentioned Shoney’s, and I asked if they still had their strawberry pie. I told him I love strawberry pie, my mom has the Shoney’s recipe, and I’ve never had a piece from Shoney’s. He told me I should go get some. The next time he came he asked if I had gotten my strawberry pie. I told him I hadn’t, and then he surprised me with a piece for me and my supervisor! I thought that was very sweet of him.

Another patient I didn’t mention was there for swallowing and voice problems. To make a long story short, he had cervical neck fusion surgery that should have kept him in the hospital for 3 days. Instead he was in for 21 days and couldn’t swallow anything (even his own saliva). At some point from when he was put under anesthesia to when he woke up someone had damaged his cranial nerve which resulted in not being able to swallow and vocal fold paresis. A stomach tube was incorrectly installed which got infected. Apparently, he should have died several times. Just last week the doctor told him his vocal fold was functioning at 90%. He has eaten a hamburger several times (with great care!), and he should be getting his stomach tube removed soon. This man has a garden, and he brought my supervisor and me cucumbers and yellow squash a few times. It sure was good!

We had some new patients such as two foster brothers. One was being seen because he doesn’t speak much and the other for articulation. The boys are supposed to be going back to live with their mom in a few weeks even though it sounds like she is violating some of her rules (such as letting the boys’ father be around). I guess since the 4 year old boy has been the one making comments about the violations the social worker is giving the mom the benefit of the doubt?

I evaluated and began seeing another boy these last few weeks. He is four years and eight months old. Most of what he says is unintelligible. He is not potty trained and he doesn’t know his colors. He has been in Head Start for 2 years and will begin a third year (because his birthday is after the cutoff date for kindergarten). I don’t understand how a child can go to preschool for 2 years and not even know his colors! I wonder how much of his problems comes from his environment.

I worked with two autistic siblings. The girl is 13. She has some speech, but she mainly uses it to quote lines from movies and who knows what else. Her mom wanted her to work on pronouns. It was very hard to get her to focus and even harder trying to teach her what to do. Apparently, the mom thought the girl’s autism was a result of vaccines. When she had her second child, she didn’t get him vaccinated…and he has autism too. Situations like that make me think that there MUST be a genetic component in some autism cases. The autistic boy is about 8. He regurgitates food in his stomach. He also hits, scratches, pinches, spits, and bites people. He is basically non verbal, although we can get him to say words when looking at picture cards. He improved some when I saw him so that he didn’t get too violent with me. I didn’t work with him by himself though! He also started pool therapy for occupational therapy. We didn’t think he would do well with speech therapy before or after the pool, so we sort of combined the therapies. We went to the pool and helped him get changed and used a visual schedule to prepare him for the pool. After being in the pool, we took him back and got him ready to go. I had never seen autistic children like this before. It was fascinating in a sad sort of way.

The last patient I’ll share is about a little boy about 3 ½. He is being seen because he doesn’t speak much. Apparently, he has made progress before the summer. This child seems to need some discipline. The last few weeks when we’ve tried to get him to say his words he pouts and says, “NO!” It gets pretty annoying. I also think some of this child’s problem is his environment, especially his mother. Apparently her other 2 children (teenage or older) have been in trouble with the police. My last day we saw this boy. He had a fever, but his mom brought him in anyways. Wednesday, my first day of vacation, I got a call from my supervisor. After we did therapy with this boy, his mother took him to the hospital. He was diagnosed with Swine Flu. Because my supervisor, the occupational therapist, and I all had contact with him, the hospital wanted us to take some medicine to help prevent us from getting sick. Andrew and I drove to Wytheville Wednesday night to pick up my medicine. Thankfully I’m still healthy. Hopefully it will stay that way!

That’s just a few of the stories from my externship this summer. In the fall I should be at the elementary school down the road. That will be very convenient because it will be within walking distance. When that externship is completed, I will be graduating with my master’s! I’ll post more about the externship when the time comes.

After getting Matt, we drove to the hotel to pick up my cousin Morgan so we could go get supper. We hung around the hotel for awhile waiting for our parents to get back. Andrew and I were staying with some friends of Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave, so we left later in the evening. Here are the funny hotel room stories.

The toilet in Morgan’s room didn’t work. She called several times asking them to fix it. Eventually the front desk asked if she needed it tonight (dumb question). She said she could send Morgan a plunger or move them to another room. I encouraged her to move to another room. (Why should the paying guest have to plunge her own toilet when it was stopped up before she got the room?) So, we helped her move. After moving everything we noticed the deadbolt in the door was out and wouldn’t close back in which kept the door from closing. We unsuccessfully tried to fix it. Then I had the bright idea of playing with my brothers’ door to see if we could figure out what happened. That resulted in their deadbolt not closing either. Andrew called the front desk and was trying to explain the problem to the girl there. Meanwhile Morgan started playing with the door again. She discovered that turning the door handle the opposite way solved the problem! Meanwhile, earlier that day when Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave checked into the hotel they were informed that there was no room registered for David Boone. They had a Daniel Boone (my dad) and a Christine Boone (my mom). So, Uncle Dave took my parents room. Then when my parents checked in they didn’t have the right size room for them, so they were given two rooms for the same price. Meanwhile, later that night Uncle Don, Becky, and Kyle and Candace (cousins) checked in and were given Uncle Dave’s room. They walked in the room to discover Aunt Debbie’s mom sitting there. At first no one recognized the other until Kyle finally remembered. They were given another room. Then when Uncle Dave returned from the rehearsal dinner their keys didn’t work because their room had been reassigned! The next morning my parents toilet had gotten clogged as well!

The wedding was at 2:30pm. We found the church without much trouble thanks to the GPS. It was nicely attended. I have never seen so many cameras and phones taking pictures during a wedding before! The wedding went pretty smoothly. Brandon and Justine got a little choked up during their vows. My cousin Stephanie was singing a duet, and her microphone didn’t work, but she worked around that well. The funniest part was the kiss. As Brandon and Justine kissed, the groomsmen all pulled a piece of paper out with a number on it to rate the kiss. The audience roared with laughter. Only the groomsmen knew it was going to happen.

The reception was at Shady Maple, a Smorgasbord run by Mennonites. Apparently it’s a popular place, and as the teenager whose house we stayed at said, “Most of the people there need two seats.” Shady Maple was an hour away, so the reception was at 5pm. It was amazing when we pulled in. It was a gigantic building and parking lot, and the line out front was incredibly long. I was glad we were in a banquet room. According to the Shady Maple website, the buffet room can seat 1, 200 people. It has a 30,000 square foot gift shop in the basement.

We sat at the table for awhile waiting for the wedding party to arrive. When they arrived, we waited some more for the microphones to work. The reception was long. After we finished eating we waited awhile. There was going to be a slide show, but it took a long time to get set up, and then it was a 25 minute presentation! We waited awhile more and Brandon and Justine cut the cake. Brandon was nice, but Justine smeared it on his nose. Eventually Justine threw her bouquet which was caught by Stephanie! The couple finally got out around 10pm, but the night wasn’t over for them yet.

A little later, Aunt Debbie received a phone call from a frantic Justine. Her luggage wasn’t in the car. It was in Stephanie’s car which was back at the church. No one had moved it to the getaway car. They made arrangements to meet at the church, but it was a 45 min drive. Then Cameron realized that HIS luggage was in Brandon and Justine’s car! They finally met up at 11pm to switch the luggage.

The next morning we packed up and headed to New Jersey for a few days at Uncle Dave’s house.

We see a large variety of patients in the rehab unit. So far the age range is about 16 months to 85 years. A lot of the patients come in for swallowing treatment. We place small electrodes on the neck or face which provide electrical stimulation to the muscles. This helps strengthen the muscles. The toddler and school age children are there for articulation, language, or auditory processing. The two children under 2 have trouble with swallowing, so we do oral motor exercises with them. There are several voice patients as well. Usually, voice patients are few and far between, but I’ve gotten some good experience with them. One had a total laryngectomy (where muscles, bone, and cartilage from the epiglottis to the trachea are removed so there aren’t any vocal folds to use for speech) and uses an electrolarynx. Another has one vocal fold that is very weak and doesn’t move much. Another patient (a preacher) just had cysts removed from his vocal folds so we are teaching him how to use his voice correctly. There are also a few patients who have aphasia as the result of a stroke.

Two of the most interesting patients are both in their 80s. The one was a medical doctor who was still practicing until he had his stroke. He is so sweet and is making a lot of progress, although he can’t really say much yet.

The other patient is there for a swallowing disorder. He has been putting his food in a blender and eating it that way for 10-15 years! The first time I saw him he was given some fruit to eat. He had eaten some and then said he was finished. My supervisor didn’t think he had swallowed very much for the amount he had eaten, so she had him open his mouth. Sure enough, he hadn’t really eaten any of the fruit. He had pocketed it all in his cheeks. He said he didn’t want us to feel bad because he couldn’t eat it, so he stuffed it in his cheeks and was going to spit it out after he left. Apparently he does this around other people. Aside from that story, he is a funny man and makes me laugh.

So far things at the hospital have been pretty slow. We’ve done several modified swallow studies where food is coated with barium and the patient swallows this food while an x-ray is taken. We watch the x-ray to see how the food is swallowed and if any of it goes into the airway. We’ve also seen 3 patients admitted to the hospital. So far I’ve just watched my supervisor evaluate those 3 patients.

I still have most of the summer to go for my externship. Hopefully I will continue to enjoy it even though I don’t care for the long drive (45 min one way). I’ll try to periodically update any interesting stories throughout the summer.

My first client was about 9 and came because he couldn’t say his “r” sound. He had attended clinic the previous spring, but hadn’t been back since. However, during the first session he said every single “r” correctly. During the year he wasn’t in clinic he began to use “r” correctly. Since there was nothing to help him with, he was dismissed after the second session.

It took a few weeks for me to get a new client. This one was coming for accent reduction. He was a new client and wanted help because he thought he had a very thick Spanish accent. I say “thought” because his accent wasn’t very thick at all. He was a 6′ 5 black man, and I felt very small standing next to him. We enjoyed working together. We worked on vowel sounds and using final consonants. He made progress. He was a very nice man. My classmates and teachers would see me walking with this huge man down the hall and would later ask if that was my client and comment on how tall he was.

My other client came once a week for stuttering. He made a lot of progress the previous semester, but I didn’t see as much this semester. We also worked on being descriptive in writing. His stuttering wasn’t too severe, but he also didn’t seem too interested on working to keep from stuttering.

For diagnostic clinic I had a partner. We spent a few hours doing speech and hearing screenings at a nearby preschool. The kids were so cute! Then we had 3 different kids where we did more specific testing. All 3 were between the ages of 3-5. The first boy came because of articulation concerns, but we determined his errors were age appropriate. The second girl was so cute and sweet, but we couldn’t understand a word she said. She was hard to test because we weren’t sure what she was saying, so we didn’t know if she was giving the right answers or not on the language portion of the test. The third girl didn’t talk much at all. She was shy and wanted her mom in the room. We had a hard time testing her as well. We ended up referring both girls to the clinic.

Diagnostics was difficult because I didn’t get along with the supervisor. She also took forever to edit reports. We would do multiple drafts and each time she would change different things or change things she had added in. She also tended to add in puncuation and grammar mistakes. She was very frustrating to both my partner and me.

This Tuesday I begin my externship at Wythe County Community Hospital. I’m sure it will be a very interesting experience.

Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) was a good class. Typically, students take a class in Childhood Apraxia of Speech, but because most of my classmates are interested in the medical setting and they did not get much of an aphasia class, Apraxia was replaced.  TBI was taught by the director of the clinic who worked several years with this population. The teacher doesn’t have a doctorate, so she has to get special permission to teach. This is the same teacher we had for Motor Speech Disorders last year. She is still one of the best teacher’s I’ve had. In the class we learned about cognitive communication disorders (impairments in memory, executive functioning, and attention) that result from a TBI and how to treat people with these impairments. It is an interesting field, but very heartbreaking to see individuals with injuries that have caused such damage to the brain.

Fluency (or Stuttering) was somewhat boring. The teacher is a retired professor who came back to teach the class since the department lacks someone with expertise in this area. The man who taught our class has been a speech therapist for at least 50 years. He personally knew a lot of the big names in the field of stuttering.

Aphasia was one of the best classes I’ve taken. The teacher was also a retired professor. Because of a previous obligation, she agreed to teach the class only if she could be finished by the middle of April. As a result, we had class 5 hours a week. While it was intense, it was wonderful to get all that free time in April. Aphasia is an impairment in speaking, listening, reading, or writing that a person can have after a stroke in the language area of the brain. We learned about the different types of aphasia. This is such a fascinating field. Aphasia can differ. The person may not be able to talk much at all but can comprehend fairly well, the person may talk but nothing he says makes sense and he can’t comprehend very well, the person may be able to talk normally (what he says makes sense) with an impaired ability to repeat,  or a person may be unable to talk normally but be able to repeat. Of course each type of aphasia can be to varying degrees and levels for each person. I am interested in working some more with people with aphasia.

Dysphagia (swallowing disorders) was taught by an adjunct teacher. She works part time at a hospital in Roanoke. She’s taught the class almost every year since she graduated with her master’s. She was a good teacher and really knew her material. It was amazing to learn how everything works and comes together to make a swallow occur. It was even more amazing to realize all that has to happen happens so fast. I won’t mention the specifics here, but if you are interested just ask me. We also learned how to treat people who have problems with swallowing. I decided I’m not very interested in this field. I don’t want to be looking in people’s mouths at their unchewed food, hearing them choke, cleaning out their mouths, etc.

Well, that’s a brief summary about my classes this semester. I was able to get an A in all of my classes. The good news is that I have completed all of my classes for my Master’s degree! I’m very happy about that. I have 7 credits and 2 externships left. I will do a 5 credit externship this summer in a medical setting and a 2 credit externship this fall in a school setting. I am taking the Praxis 2 exam on June 13 and will have a comprehensive exam in the fall. I’m looking forward to graduating on December 18, 2009.

I had two clients last semester. Both were nonverbal. The irony of it struck me at the end of the semester… I was doing speech therapy on two people that couldn’t speak!

My first client was an almost four year old girl with autism. She has been coming to the clinic for several years. She seems to have the  intellectual functioning of about a 1-2 year old.  She is a pretty girl and sweet until she doesn’t get her way. When she doesn’t get what she wants she throws a tantrum and screams and cries. Thankfully she is not violent. She constently hummed and experimented with her voice using vowels. I found out at the end of the semester that’s typical with autism. Because her communication was so limited she would take my arm and direct it toward an object she wanted but couldn’t get to. She loved bubbles and would smile and laugh and pop them for hours if allowed. I worked with her alone one hour a week. During that time we worked on getting her to look to request. I would deny the object or action until she looked at me. This often resulted in her crying. One hour a week she was in a group session with another autistic girl the same age. Another client was a 29 year old non-verbal boy with Rubenstein Taybi syndrome at about a 5 year old cognitive level. We had some fun experiences in group therapy!

My second client was a 66 year old woman. She had a stroke in 2001 and a stroke on the other side of her brain in 2005. She has aphasia (cognitive impairment), apraxia (no volitional control in motor planning and sequencing), and dysarthria (muscle weakness). Due to the apraxia and dysarthria she couldn’t speak. She had a laptop with some programs on it to help her communicate, but she wasn’t very good with it. Her husband really wanted her to be able to speak. During the semester we worked on oral motor muscle exercises to increase muscle strength, vowel sounds and typing on her laptop. She greatly improved on her communication speed with her laptop. She worked very hard and was a good client to have.  Oh by the way, she was trilingual and taught Spanish and French before her stroke (Spanish is her first language).

So, although I had some tough clients, I learned a great deal from having them. This semester I have two boys, and I will be working with them on articulation and stuttering. That is about all I know since I just got the assignment today. Hopefully I won’t wait until the summer to post about them!

Christmas morning we ate breakfast with my parents and then headed over to the Garland’s to open presents. Grandma Q. came over as well and brought her carload of gifts. Anthony is known for his creative wrapping. One present for Dad G. was about 6 feet tall and in the shape of a “T”. Dad unwrapped the top part and found an empty wrapping paper tube filled with paper towel rolls. He unwrapped the rest of the present and found an umbrella hiding inside. It was pretty funny. We went to lunch at BJU with both of our families. After lunch we opened presents with my family. We got a lot of nice gifts. Andrew’s favorite gifts were a George Forman grill, ESV study Bible, and several books from his Amazon list. My favorite gifts were two snowmen cross stitch books, a hot water bath (for canning), and a pressure canner and cooker.

Friday was a busy day. My family was busy packing for our annual trip to Michigan. Andrew and I attended the funeral for Mrs. Hadley, the mother of one of my good friends. We spent the evening with Andrew’s family.
Saturday was a long day that began at 4:30am. We followed my family for the 12 hour trip to Grandma and Grandpa Erickson’s farm. That area of Michigan had been getting a lot of snow, but Friday and Saturday were a little warmer and it rained so most of the snow melted. We did get a few more inches of snow halfway through the week.

Sunday was our only busy day of the vacation in Michigan. Grandma wanted her whole family at church so she could show us off. We took up 3 pews (most of the rest of the family lives in the same area, but they go to different churches). After church we headed over to Uncle Brian’s and Aunt Annette’s where we had our big dinner and then opened our gifts. Since there are so many of us we draw names for gifts. Some of the women like to do small things for everyone. This year my mom made caramel corn for all the guys and cookies in a jar for the women. Tricia made a small loaf of friendship bread for all the guys and Bath and Body Works handsoap or lotion for the women.

On New Year’s Eve we all went back to Uncle Brian’s for supper. Then some of us younger adults went into town to go bowling. We had a good time and enjoyed watching some of my cousin’s friends come up with creative ways to bowl. The funniest one was when the two girls (who were terrible bowlers) decided to roll the ball together. They got a strike. We got back to Uncle Brian’s about 9:30. Half of the group went downstairs to Uncle Brian’s home movie theater to watch an action movie and eventually everyone else went home.

The other days were pretty slow although there was always a house full of people, especially at meal time. All of us from out of town headed home Saturday morning. It is wonderful to have family we both get along with and enjoy spending time together.

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Friday night I was working on supper and glanced out the window. A beautiful bright rainbow caught my eye. The sky above us was blue, although I could feel some sprinkles being blown from somewhere (another usual occurrence in this area).

Saturday Andrew and I took a walk in the wooded park a few blocks from our apartment. We were looking for deer but saw a skunk instead. We enjoyed watching it for several minutes. It was very entertaining. Unfortunately we didn’t have a camera, so we weren’t able to get any pictures.

Here are some pictures. The first one is from Thanksgiving. The others should be pretty self-explanatory.

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My schedule was very different this year. I had 2 block classes on Monday, and a block class on Wednesday night. I had clinic Tuesday and Thursday at 10am, 1pm, and 6pm plus meetings on Tuesday and Wednesday. I didn’t have anything on Friday. It was very nice.

My first class was Augmentative and Alternative Communication (AAC). AAC is providing ways for people to communicate that can’t speak. It can be anything from using a computer to type, computer software with pictures to click that will speak, or pages with pictures and messages. The user points or clicks on the icon and the message is spoken (if using a computer) or the other person reads it. It’s a great way to open the doors of communication for those who cannot speak. I learned how to assess a person to determine if he qualifies for AAC and how to create an AAC system. There were several projects in the class. Every student’s project was a part of the whole. One project was to research quotes for various developmental disabilities to have on file for future use. Another project was to take a category and find a line drawing and a photograph of 10 items and make them in various sizes. This was helpful because there ended up being 28 different categories once everyone did their work. That will save a LOT of time when I need to use them since I won’t have to do all that work.

My second class was Autism Spectrum Disorders. It was taught by the same teacher that taught AAC. She was a great teacher, so it wasn’t too bad to have her for 5 hours a day. This was such an interesting class since autism is such a hot topic these days. I learned the different disorders in the spectrum, how to assess a person, and various intervention approaches. The projects in this class were similar to the projects in AAC in that each part was combined to form a great resource to have for the future.

My Wednesday night class was Research. I couldn’t take it through my department because of a schedule conflict (I was supposed to take this class last year, but couldn’t because of another schedule conflict). I ended up taking it through the education department. Let’s just say that it was a waste of my $1710. It wasn’t a waste of my time because we only met one hour out of the three (other than the last class where we met for 1 1/2 hours) and halfway through October the teacher canceled class for the rest of the semester. Her reason was so we could work on our research papers. I think I could have taught the class better than she did, and I haven’t even written a dissertation!! I’m thankful I learned how to write a review of the literature in undergrad, otherwise I would have struggled alot with this class.

In a nutshell, those were my classes for the semester. I’ll write another post on my interesting clinic experiences.