Let's talk about 5th grade! Not my favorite year of teaching. I never got to give it another go around, but I'm okay with that. If I could sum it up in one word, it would be clusterfuck. That's what makes the 5th grade flashback so much fun! I can visit it in my mind, but I don't have to live it.
Like the day Elisa snipped off a chunk of my hair in the back and called me a bitch for writing her up. Then she refused to leave the school and the Assistant Principal had to call the cops to remove her from campus, since we couldn't physically remove her ourselves and her mom was unreachable. Nevermind that she committed a crime when she cut my hair off. It's called assault.
The principal assigned her to a day of in-school suspension. That's typically what students got for coming out of uniform. This is one of the many reasons why I couldn't stand my administrator from that school. No consequences of consequence. I'm all for compassion, but I want the consequences.
I walked Elisa out of the building myself that day. I hugged her at the curb and let her cry. I don't remember if she said she was sorry. It was a rocky road for me and Elisa from there on out. I felt sorry for her and I did my best to hold her responsible. At the end of the school year, she told me that I was the third best teacher that she ever had. Not too shabby. Considering.
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