A little correction; I'm not a teacher, I'm ... erm ... the School Psychologist for this one horse town. Roughly 1000 students from grades k-12, plus pre-school, home school, on-line school, whatever. If they're school aged, they're mine. I don't do therapy, though, I evaluate for learning difficulties and find out what emotional, medical, or neuropsychological deficits are causing the problem. Then I make recommendations to help, and determine if they're eligible for special education according to the state and federal regs. It's pretty interesting stuff, and there's a severe shortage nationwide, at the moment. It requires 3 years of graduate school, just like a law degree. You should look into it if you like psychology.
The ankles were a real bummer, but that's the risk that comes with gardening on the side of a mountain. So, I've had to move my garden next to the driveway - almost done. Both ankles required surgery and a month in rehab, followed by another month or two at home staying off the afflicted foot du jour. Thank heaven for my iPad!! Best thing since sliced bread if you're stuck in a hospital. I'm doing pretty well, now, although the left one - the first break - still swells if I'm on it too much which isn't very much. I still ride my knee scooter around the school because the distances are great. All the 1st grade boys watch me whiz by saying, "Awesome!"
Not only did I have compound fractures of both bones (both times), but I dislocated the first one, tearing up the tendons and ligaments so badly that they couldn't slide it back into place until they did the surgery several days later. So, that ankle is pretty much toast. The second one is about back to normal, now that they've taken out all the pins, plates, and screws it was rejecting. (This required another month or two, staying off my foot, but at least I didn't have to go back to rehab. The nurses were getting tired of me) I think security screenings at the airport may become a problem. One lady told me she went through the same thing, then several years later went on vacation to Cancun. On the way back, she tripped the alarms coming through security and explained about all the hardware in her ankle. The TSA asked, "Can you take it out?"

There's one who flunked their IQ test.
Now, where's allosaurusrock?