Saturday, September 24, 2011

Little Bastards

Little Bastards
I am well into my forties, and I have a first-grader.  Last week I received what I hope will always be the most disturbing email I ever receive from one of my children’s teachers:
Just a clarification on the incident with water in the other classroom.  He was spitting water on the floor, not spilling, so it's even worse that I thought.  He had a meltdown when the other teacher and I talked to him about it this afternoon.  I problem-solved with him after school, and we decided he would try coming to class 5 minutes early tomorrow morning, to get himself checked in and settled into journaling before the other children start to arrive (because on his bad days, the poor choices start the minute he walks in the door).  

Also when he wrote the letter to Ms. C____, he wrote that he was sorry for the "water accident"....that is how it came up that it was not an accident when the three of us talked later.  If you have time tonight can you have him write a more truthful apology to Ms. C____?  

Thanks!

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