I was cleaning up and I found this story that one of my former students wrote.
The part about throwing a book in his teacher’s face, made my eye brows go way up…and by the time I got to the end, I decided a meeting would be call. I called a meeting with the mad boy and his parents and the admin.
I ran into him and his family the other day. He was taller and even though he smiled and hugged me I could see he was so much mature. He was going to a different school and living in a different neighborhood.
He’s doing so much better, thank you for everything, his mom told me.
We all stood there. Smiling.