New stuff...10 years into teaching...

I had a new thing happen this past Thursday. I have been teaching for ten years and hadn't had this happen before.

I will nickname the student DramaticBoy, or D.B. for short.

D.B.'s Mother called Wednesday night to let me know that DB wouldn't have his meds Thursday. I was okay with that, as long as I know ahead of time, I am fine with it. The mother even offerred to keep him home today. I said no, it wouldn't be a problem.

DB had a decent morning. Not great, not terrific, but okay.

After lunch, an aide brought him to me. He was walking odd, tilted at a ninety degree angle, almost as if there was a brain issue going on. He dropped to the floor crying. I was scared to death. He had never done this before, and I wasn't sure if there was something going on.

Then the aide said, "I think he's faking."

I said, "sit up."

He did. The little bugger was faking.

And I was pissed!

The Aide and I reamed him. Okay, if you know me, I don't ream kids very well, but I did let the kid know what a mistake he had made. I made him cry, and I thought we had reached him.

He went on with the aide to the computer lab.

I went on with my day, not thinking much about it. I don't have D.B. in the afternoons, so I figured if something were to happen, they would let me know. I was right...

The kids have recess from 2:20-2:40, and I didn't have duty. Nor did I warn the teachers that D.B. was without his meds. I figured he was fine. Yep, you see what's coming, don't ya?

The aide came and got me and told me that D.B. had played his act out on the playground. And, it was such a good act that the P.E. teacher out teaching her class nearly called 911! One of the fifth grade teachers carried him into the building, as she thought it was real too. Fortunately, his regular education class is right by the door and his regular education teacher heard the commotion. She walked up to D.B. and said, "Stand Up."

He did.

The teachers were pissed! I was pissed.

I walked into the classroom where he was sitting by that moment and I reamed him. I mean, he was in tears. He was stating he needed to ride the bus. I told him he wasn't riding the bus because I can't trust him. He cried even harder. I told him to "dry it up." He did.

I told him that if the bus driver would have to call 911 then he wasn't coming back to my classroom, that I would pass him over to the other Sp. Ed. teacher in the building. He started crying again. I told him to dry it up. He did.

He went home, riding the bus, and made it fine.

I called his Mom that night to tell her, and he hadn't told her. I explained everything and said, "Now, there's a list in his backpack of all the teachers he owes apology letters to." She told me to hang on, asked him for the sheet, and I heard him bust out sobbing.

I replied by saying, "I'll let you deal with him. Have a good evening!"

On Friday we were all harder on him than usual. My students had free time on the laptop computers in our building, and he worked on letters. ALL day I was on top of him. He was the quietest he's ever been for me.

Something tells me he won't do it again.

If he does, I told him (in front of the other Sp. Ed. teacher) that he was being shipped to the other teacher's caseload.

I'll keep ya posted on what he does.

Later!