Finally. A job.

I started my job yesterday. I'm doing the same thing that Sarah has been doing for the last ten years, providing her lots of opportunity to feel WAY smarter than me. I'll be working with autistic kids doing Applied Behavioral Analysis, an intensive, early-intervention therapy. Once again, the jobs falls under the never-thought-I'd-be-doing-this category, but I'm definitely looking forward to it. Last year I worked in a classroom at a junior high with a bunch of autistic kids; I think it will be interesting to get in on the ground floor and see if I can help keep kids out of resource rooms in the future. The company has a high (I want to say 70%?) best-case-scenario rate, meaning that the kids start the first grade (or whenever they start going to school) without an IEP or any sort of label. It seems amazing to me, but after watching a couple of sessions, I think I'm beginning to understand how 8 hours of therapy everyday can help kids adjust to a world they have trouble understanding. Now if I could only adjust to a world I have trouble understanding.