I've missed a blog post or two due to the end of the marking period and grades. November 1 also started the yearly NaNoWriMo attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Instead of writing a blog post, I've attached an excerpt from this year's attempt. It's a first draft, so it's a hot mess. Ignore the inconsistencies. It's cathartic, which is what I planned.
I was actually told about TK when I had my interview for this job. I knew a lot about him before I started. Believe it or not he used to be worse. He would get into physical fights with other kids in class, constantly curse, run out of the classroom (as opposed to now where he casually walks out) destroy the room, show unsafe behaviors like climbing on top of cabinets like a cat, etc. He was never in the classroom because he either left or was kicked out. That wasn't just the homeroom, that was all places-special, lunch, etc. He's also been kicked out of another school in the state, this school's daycare, suspended from his current daycare, and is not allowed to ride the bus. His mother thinks it's the schools in DE that are the problems. When she took her precious boy to West VA last year and enrolled him in school, there were no problems at all. He was perfectly fine. How long was he there? THREE damn weeks. It was still the honeymoon period, of course he was fine. Duh. I'll never understand these "not my child" parents. I think either they don't pay attention to their own kids so they have no idea how they really are, or they see nothing wrong with the child's behavior because that behavior is acceptable in the house. They're fine with letting Timmy cursing in any environment. That's just how he expresses himself. It's OK that he curses at people and calls them names. He's just standing up for himself and not backing down from "abusers." It doesn't matter if it's adults or people in authority. No one is better than anyone else. Just writing these words actually makes me feels a little giddy. I'm just imagining his future. It's going to suck. It's really going to suck. Karma has a way of evening everything out. I can't wait for this. I actually wonder about this. You know when you die they say your whole life flashes in front of you. I wonder if it's everything or just the highlight reel. Also certain religions believe that after death, upon arriving in Heaven you will know all. That's what I'm looking forward to. I'm looking forward to seeing if certain people got their comeuppance. I want to be able for people to know what they've don't to others. I want to know who really shot JFK, how the pyramids were built, and how long have the aliens been visiting. I can't wait for people to see their lives so they can be proven wrong. So that they can see others were correct about them and their situations and THEY were in fact the assholes in the situation. I know it's so petty and juvenile and unChristian-like but it what keeps me going on the toughest days. I'm looking forward to it being a holy "I told you so." Of course, that will probably happen to me as well because I can be a real bitch. It's so much more difficult to write about TK when he's not in front of me acting like a fool. I think it really is all for attention and he can control it. There were two times this year that I heard him be completely silent. Not a sound, word, movement, or teeth suck. The first time was when he came back from his other classroom and was in the room alone. I don't know where my sub was but he was nowhere around. The room was completely quiet and TK was sitting there on his laptop playing a game in silence. NO talking to the game, no play by play actions, no cursing, banging, jumping up and down. That never started up until after I had sat down at my desk to get some work done. Then it all came out like diarrhea of the mouth. The second time was when he had to take the bus home because daycare suspended him. I asked him several times why he was taking the bus and if this was going to be a new thing from now on. He hemmed and hawed around that answer every time I tried to talk to him about it. He finally came up with a story by the end of the day that someone else had gotten him in trouble so he had to travel by bus. That lasted a week I think. Anyway, I walked the kids out to the bus and we wait for his. BTW he has no idea his bus number. Does not remember what bus he rode in on in the morning and doesn't recognize any of the other kids he rode with. Awesome. The entire time he waited for his bus to arrive, he was quiet. So quiet I forgot he was out there. Every other kid is loud and fidgety waiting to go home, but he just sort of blended in to the background. Sure there were lots of people to perform for, but he didn't know any of them. His adoring fans weren't around. He was in a new and different situation and was taken aback. So it is possible. He can behave and keep quiet. He chooses not to.
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