He likes to flip desks when he's angry.
He likes to hide from the hallway patrols for fun.
He likes to throw fits in my bathroom for missing ONE word on a spelling test.
He thinks punishments shouldn't apply to him.
He swears he never does anything wrong. Teachers lie you know.
He likes to break pencils. On purpose.
He likes to smile at me when I explain his consequences.
He storms out of class.
He likes to talk back. He would make a great lawyer.
He likes to be the tough guy.
He's too cool for school.
He hangs out with the wrong crowd.
Have you ever had a J in your class?
I've had him for 2 years now. I looped with my kids.
He's been a challenge but I've learned more about what it means to be a teacher from that little boy than I ever did in college.
He's taught me to never give up.
How to have patience and how to see past the exterior.
He's extremely bright. Top of my class.
Book smart, street smart, manipulative smart.
He's a perfectionist. To a fault.
He doesn't like to fail.
He has a heart of gold.
He gives the best hugs.
He always offers me his snack.
He writes me love notes. Often.
Last month one said, "If you ever need anything, just call me."
He picks me flowers from the school garden.
He helps kids up when they fall and passes tissues when they cry.
He makes lists of 101 reasons why I'm the best teacher in the world.
He drives me ab.solute.ly crazy and melts my heart all in the same day.
On Wednesday this week I was passing out stickers to the class before dismissal. I came to him and he shook his head no. He said, "I don't want a sticker. I'd rather have a hug."
Sometimes there's special children that really grab your teacher heart.
I want to save him.
Save him from the anger that's holding so tightly onto him.
I've tried everything.
All I can do is love him and pray. Pray hard.
He moved schools on Friday.
I ran out of tissues.
He's a special little boy and the worst part of it all...I don't know if he truly knows that.
I pray he does.
I pray I made small a difference.
I pray his new teacher sees past the tough exterior.
I pray she sees his heart.
I pray that someone, somewhere out there reaches him and changes his life.