Today was a pisser. No, really.
Yesterday, I received a new student. Well, new to me. He came from the class next door where for the first 10 days of school, he wreaked havoc, screaming “No!” at his teacher and often running out of the room and rampaging around campus.
It was decided by the powers that be, in their infinite wisdom, that it was the combination of an inexperienced teacher and other strong personalities in the class that made it wise to move him to a new classroom. When the AP told me about it the day before the move, she admitted to me that he’d run away from her office before she’d sent him home for the day. I said that I didn’t know what I could for him do if administration clearly couldn’t control him either.
But Little Hellraiser E1’d in my room yesterday. It wasn’t exactly smooth but it was tolerable. Fast-forward to today. He started out fine, adhering to our ‘First Things First’ tasks, completing his Morning Work and even reading for a few minutes.
But it was during my iii block about 15 minutes into the instructional day that he began to go downhill. The schedule is so tight and I was trying to get the iii lesson done but I had to keep stopping to redirect my new friend. I finally had him sit beside me while I finished the lesson.
Following iii, we began our Morning Meeting. When he refused to join the rest of the class on the carpet, I chose to continue with what we were doing and put him on ‘Ignore’ as he roamed around the room. That’s when the shit hit the fan. As we continued to ignore him, he began to escalate his behavior, eventually scooting a 6′ tall rack of journals toward the center of the room and pushing it over onto the carpet, causing kids to scramble out of the way.
Before we could do anything else, he’d grabbed a chair, carried it toward a cluster of kids cowering by the wall, and proceeded to throw the chair at the kids. (All of this I have on video on my phone.) I pushed the call button and told them a student was throwing chairs while I had the kids line up at the door. We then went out onto the sidewalk and waited for the BIC to come.
While we were outside the room, he absolutely trashed my classroom. Mind you, he wasn’t screaming, he wasn’t angry, he was simply destroying everything in sight. When the BIC arrived, he and the AP had the kid clean up his mess while I took the rest of the class to the playground. The photos are from after it was ‘cleaned up’.
Little Hellraiser was apparently sent home for the rest of the day. According to the Principal, whom I saw later, he won’t be back tomorrow, either. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want him back in my room. The truth is, he poses a danger to other students, both physically and academically. I can’t do my job properly if I’m constantly worried he’s going to hurt someone.
And another fact: I am a highly qualified professional educator. I’m hell at teaching kids to read and to write and to perform first grade mathematical functions. I am NOT a psychiatric nurse. I am NOT a social worker. I am NOT trained in dealing with mentally disturbed children. And it’s not what I want to do with my life. I can go through the union to refuse to have the kid in my class. I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that.
I’m not Miss Beadle.