A series of unfortunate events

Okay. I really don't mean to complain about my job, because as most of you know, I love it most days. But today is another story. I hd a pretty decent morning, and then as soon as the clock struck 12 everything went to hell. I can honestly say I think it has been the hardest day of my teaching 'career' so far. It started out small, one of my students picked up a stick and another one grabbed it and they proceeded to play a hostile game of tug o' war. Then the stick broke and the student who had picked it up burst into tears. When I asked the other student to apologize, he made his first poor choice. And without boring you with the details or getting myself into trouble for telling too much, 25 minutes and many poor choices later, lots of screaming, kicking, hitting, and me using my "Non-Violent Crisis Intervention" training, the AP is sitting in my room with the child, his babysitter (who he also spit at), and his parents, I have been allowed to leave and I find myself sitting in the corner of the library crying as quietly as I can, lamenting the fact that this student of mine is what my AP called 'a child in distress', trying to work through the adrenaline and sadness all at once. Then the bell rings and I try to be as professional and cheery for my other students as I can but to be honest, I'm not very good at covering up how I feel in that moment. Luckily, there is more of a school community out there than I maybe feel some days and I needed it today, boy.

So I come home, sit in my roasting hot condo and cry a bit more. And then I have a cool bath and a fudgsicle simultaneously which really is very therapeutic. So there you have it folks. Thanks for reading. Hopefully better news next time.

xo