Monday, February 06, 2006

i. heart. kids.

I gave an old student a referral for cussing and "insubordinate" (crazy) behavior. Usually I don't bother sending referrals down to the Taj Mahal because I get an email or a note back asking whether I've contacted the parent and urging me to feel compassion for the child. Yes, I contacted the parent. Surprise, the phone number was wrong. My kids are more nomadic than a Bedouin trader. But what really irritates me is the plea for my patience and compassion, because I obviously kicked the kid out of the room with my big black boot while shouting a litany of curse words at him. Please. I worry about the welfare of my kids all day long and I'd appreciate getting the benefit of the doubt in this department. Compassion is what I do best.

Other than that, things are going well... promise...

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