I am now using an FM system in my classroom, for a student with auditory processing issues. I got rather excited when our psychologist first approached me with the idea, because I envisioned myself running up and down the aisles like in the good old days of the Donahue Show, thrusting the microphone in front of the outraged audience member. Or, in my case, a third grade student.
Come to find out, it's a tiny mic clipped to my shirt, with the rest of the system clipped onto my belt (or shoved in my pocket, as I ended up wearing it). The student wears earbuds, which are attatched to a similar-looking unit at his desk.
Not quite as noticable as Phil Donahue, but still noticeable enough for the speech therapist to suggest I have a conversation with the class about what they would be seeing both the other student and myself wearing.
I must have "sold" the program pretty good, because when I explained that I didn't have a set of earbuds for all 25 other students, there was a collective groan of disappointment.
He's now the coolest kid in third grade.
And I don't think he's at all worried about looking differently in class. During a transition today, he was suddenly overcome with the desire to run up to the front of the room, and thrust his face near the microphone (hanging between my breasts, yes) so that he could hear himself say "Funky Chicken" through the FM system.
Wonder if Phil ever had that problem?
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Three words.
I want one.
OR I want a wireless mic. Just because.
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