The Mad Boy






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.



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