Monday found me in the Emotionally Disturbed (ED) room of one of my district's poorer schools. Every child in the school qualifies for free breakfasts and lunches. That is a poor school.
I've been in the school many times, and in this room several times before. But since I've been there a couple of months ago, they'd gotten a couple of new students, transfers in from other programs in the school.
Now, before I go into all my deets about the day, let me say this: Its a tough room, no doubt. I come home tired, def. BUT I also find the kids, at least most of them, very endearing. And heart-rending. Between the poverty level, and the emotional and behavioral issues, these kids are signed on as statistics. They're gonna be headlines if we don't help them get what they need.
And I'm not sure how well we're doing, really.
I've got stories..........I'd love to tell you all about the kids, both the funny and the heartrending. But I'm too tired right now. Tomorrow........tomorrow I'll tell you all about how sweet, and sad, and wonderful, and horrible it all was..............
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