Alright, sorry all that I was gone for so long. Those last 2 weeks were a killer, and I needed to decompress over break. I did not want to even think about school, but now I’ve been back at it for 3 days and I am more than glad for the weekend!
Before break I almost lost it, but I kept it together. I ended up giving the kids socks wrapped and tied around a candy cane. THEY LOVED IT! I was super shocked that they actually liked it. It made me happy though that they appreciated the gift, especially because many don’t celebrate Christmas or Hanukkah. It was also something that many of them needed. The only student who was not feeling the gift was my one student who is Cognitively Impaired. She tried giving them back, and I said “But you can wear them and I’m sure your mom will love them!” Her response, “I doon’t knooow.” I almost died laughing to myself.
During the last week, I also had an incident where Haley goes into the bathroom and immediately comes out saying, “It no flush.” I go in there, expecting it to be clogged, but realize that Reilly just didn’t flush. After I flushed the toilet, I realized that there was poop, but no toilet paper. So, I called Reilly over for a private conversation. She is Yemen and just recently started speaking English. I asked, “Did you whip when you potty?” She said, “I washed my hands,” so I repeated, “But, did you whip with toilet paper?” Her answer, “No, I washed my hands.” At this point, I knew… I had to ask, “Reilly, did you whip with your hand?” With this tone and look of confusion about why I didn’t understand or what the problem was, she said, “Yes, BUT I WASHED MY HANDS!?!”
We had a talk about whipping our butts with toilet paper later. I was mortified. I have lived by the scent of Purell. I feel like I’m working in a pool of germs now. Just pray for my health and pray she learned from our circle.
Thankfully this week back was short and only 3 days, even though we only had a week and a half off for break. I had a kid fight in the bathroom, yesterday. He was suspended today. Cash has been a defiant little fucker. Yes, I am fed up with him and do not have nice thoughts about him. Ashton went to a doctor to see about getting on meds, but because he is technically a foster kid (living with grandma) they wouldn’t do it until a parent came in, or social worker wrote a letter. Grandma is ready to send him to a group home, because he is so bad. He’s starting counseling, but I already know for a kid like him it won’t work.
I’m looking forward to all my training in the coming weeks and I am getting excited. I’m also looking into when I want to use my personal days. When will be a good day, in February/March? Leave your opinions in the comments!