Work
Just a quick piece about how quickly kids change their whole attitude, lifted directly from case notes (I am WH):
2:17 - CW refused to leave room for timeout after throwing a broom at students and staff (WH), escorted from room.
2:21 - CW ripped back off chair and assaulted staff (WH). Yelling. Remarks about torture and uncaring staff, WH in particular.
2:28 - CW asks WH to show “what’s inside plants and flowers.” Sits at table. CW and WH use scissors to cut apart flower.
2:44 - CW asked to leave room to go to bus home. CW asks WH for hug, cries, says he doesn’t want to leave.
I love my job, and I take home more hugs than scars in the long run, but you have to have the memory of a goldfish sometimes. And, to be fair, when a kid sits there and expresses wonder at how the stem of a flower is wet because the soil soaks up water, you can forget the bruises and the blood, and just be excited that he’s understood what you’ve been teaching.
In short: I love my job.
