Tears of a clown…or so we think.
October 8, 2009
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I’m sitting here at the end of the school day in my room. And I can hear a student sobbing in the hallway. He’s a special education kiddo. Who knows what his background is or what his homelife is like. He’s a new student that I have yet to know. I can’t help but think, after knowing what I do know of some students, that he is in trouble with the special education teacher; a teacher that is well known for waiting until the last possible minute before getting a student in trouble. Why is this boy crying? All I can think of is that it’s a nationalized test week. The teachers are burnt out, the students are burnt out. The student misbehaves, and eventually gets in trouble.
At home, who knows what “getting in trouble at school.” will look like. For some, it’s an afternoon inside without video games. For others it might even be a night without dessert. But for some many it means a whoping, a wipping, or maybe even a plain-out beat down. Theses are the kids that I constantly worry will never be able to learn much from the discipline a school tries to give. A detention is no longer a detention for these few; no longer an hour diverted from outdoor play, but a full evening the night before, the night of, and maybe the night after where they are beaten and berated by those that are supposed to care for them. Unfortunately, due to the current turmoil of the economy, it seems that this is becoming more and more common.
I ask everyone that reads this blog to join in a collective prayer for these students. They need our love more than we could possibly imagine.