Summer School: Day 13
Two incidents stand out from today’s time with the kids, one heartrending, and one amusing. As I walked into the building early this morning, Co-Teacher, who was on duty in the cafeteria, saw me and said, “We have a problem.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“J-Boy showed up this morning.” (J-Boy had been sent home yesterday with orders not to return, after he hit another kid in the head with a ball of paper.)
“I’ll let Mrs. M know,” I said and went immediately to the library to find the summer school director. Mrs. M went to the cafeteria and escorted J-Boy to the library. (I’m not sure she even let him eat breakfast.) She filled out the appropriate paperwork to have our security officer transport the child home.
I couldn’t dwell long on J-Boy’s plight. I had some testing to do with N-Boy. We went to the library right after breakfast, so that N-Boy could finish the Functional Word Recognition Assessment of the Brigance Diagnostic Inventory of Essential Skills. The warning/safety signs section contains 40 words and phrases such as danger, poison, police, wet paint and please use handrail.
After stumbling badly over some of the words and phrases, N-Boy looked around the library to see if anyone was listening, and then whispered to me conspiratorially, “It’s OK, you can tell me—there’s nobody here.”
I laughed—but didn’t tell him any answers.
Later in the day I heard that J-Boy was crying as he left for home with the security officer.
Maybe he had reason to cry. Maybe his home life is such that he wants to stay away as much as possible. Or maybe he wept because he felt like an abject failure for having gotten kicked out of summer school.
I think we’d better find out.