Poor Jose!
Dropping my kids off at music for specials on Friday, we had to wait outside until the teacher finished with the last class. The bathroom is around the corner from the music classroom and it happened to be unlocked for Coach's kids. I let Jose go to the bathroom while we waited. A few moments later, Coach appears saying, "Miss Sells! I'll watch your class; one of your kids is hurt."
I run around the corner and Jose is against the wall next to the bathroom, crying his eyes out.
"Jose, what happened!?"
He just bluthered through his tears. Coach, who was standing at the corner so he could watch his kids and mine said, "Miss Sells, I keep tellin' those kids not to throw the balls against the wall..."
Apparently, the kids at recess were playing with small rubber balls against the wall. One student missed the wall and the ball went flying into the bathroom, hitting Jose in the head as he prepared to do his business.
I walked Jose to the nurse's office (the nurse was absent), tried to find him an ice pack in the adjoining teacher's lounge, but only found an Otter Pop. When I returned to him, the secretary had found him an ice pack, so I gave him the OtterPop to help calm him down. He sat there, and we looked at a book of rattlesnakes together as he told me all he knew about snakes.
Man, I love that kid. Hopefully, he's not scarred for the rest of his life against using the school bathroom. He has a welt to prove the trauma of the experience.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Unprofessional Haircut
I was teaching a lesson on the Tricks of the Nine, and we needed our scissors. I look over at Joe, who has his scissors very close to his head and see a small clump of hair, unattached, sitting on his forehead. I was beyond upset. This was the letter I received when I sent him to time-out.
"I did something bad and I don't know why I did this. I don't want to end up like a bad kid and I'm verey sorry that I cut my hair. I like school. Its somthing that you could learn from and have fun with people. You could learn reading, since, social studies, math, languge. But I think your the best teacher ever. But Im not happy and either are you."
That's right. I'm not happy, either, Joe.
"I did something bad and I don't know why I did this. I don't want to end up like a bad kid and I'm verey sorry that I cut my hair. I like school. Its somthing that you could learn from and have fun with people. You could learn reading, since, social studies, math, languge. But I think your the best teacher ever. But Im not happy and either are you."
That's right. I'm not happy, either, Joe.
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