We all have it, that one student who just turns us into the exact person we don't want to be. Some are worse than others and many of them act the way they do because it is just a matter of survival. This year I have that one, but this one is like no other that I have ever had in my career.
This one, breaks my heart and makes my blood boil, at the very same time. Thank goodness I have my friend co-teaching with me because I wouldn't be able to get through the day, the week, or even the hour when this one is in school. I have always said when a child behaves the way they do and all the strategies in the world do not work, there is only one label that fits this student. Forget EBD, SLD, EH, or any other label made up by the powers that be. These students are Parentally Disabled, because I can't fathom that a child would do any of the things I have seen unless a parent has not lived up to the pact they made with God when they were given this child.
This week was the worst by far and without giving out too much information, just know that the police were called. I had an out of body experience watching this unfold, I lost all the spit in my mouth, my knees were so weak I had to lean against the wall, and I wanted to throw up, a lot. I am praying and hoping that this time help will come and all will be okay, but reality has a way of sneaking in and reminding me that unless the parents are on board, all may be lost.
Tomorrow is Easter and this little one is not in a good place, but I know that He will take care of her. I have to believe this to be true or else I might lose it. This is why I am a teacher and it is the same reason that sometimes I don't want to be a teacher anymore. This has to be fixed, it has to be ok, it has to be left in His hands.