Met with C, his dad, and the principal today. Explained to dad that C was quietly singing (but doing it so his table could hear) “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” with the hand motions. I looked at him and got his attention, and expected the behavior to stop – which it would have for 99% of students in any grade. But it didn’t.
So a few seconds later I had him turn a pin, and explained to him in not-a-quiet voice that I when he is obviously behaving poorly, and when I look at him, and he at me, I expect that behavior to stop.
I told his dad that C tends to pout when he gets in trouble, instead of owning up to his bad choice, and moving on with good choices. So his dad, the principal, and I all tried to explain to him that mistakes happen, poor choices are made. But when you get caught making them, change your behavior and move on. Realize it is his fault for the punishment, say your sorry, and change.
That doesn’t seem to be happening.
And I know why. I feel like I constantly have to keep my eyes on him. And I feel like I’m continually calling his name. I’m trying to explain to him that I don’t want to pick on him, but when I see him doing someting wrong, I have to get him to stop.
C tends to get pouty. When I need him to turn a pin for something, he gets this look on his face. He seems real angry. He doesn’t act angry, but he looks it. And he won’t listen to me after that. Not for a bit, anyhway. And he won’t look at me either.
It’s like he’s mad at me for picking on him. I try to tell him that I’m only calling him out because he’s doing something wrong. And trust me, I’m trying to give him lots of warning. But he just doesn’t learn.
The other day I saw him out of the corner of my eye. It looked like he was tossing something at the girl across from him. But she wasn’t complaining, so I ignored the behavior, hoping it would stop. But it didn’t. He kept doing it, and a few seconds later I heard him say, “Got ya!”
I can’t ignore that.
So I busted him. Had him turn his pin. He got up all angrily. I tried to have him stop so he would listen to me while I asked him why he was made, but he would stop, wouldn’t look at me, and wouldn’t reply to me. So I called him back to his seat and very calmly explained to him that he’s only in trouble because of the actions he chose to do.
No change in behavior.
First day back, I get a call from my principal. She wants to tell me about a new kid I’m getting. Apparently his dad asked the district to be moved to our school because he liked the way our principal handled students.
This kid – I mean student – has evidently been suspended at least 3 times THIS SCHOOL YEAR, for things like throwing his backpack at someone. And I get him in my class.
But the principal and behavioral specialist, a very well-liked-by-the-students Mr. Farell, have already met with him and his dad, and he’s going to start out on a behavior contract. And he’s NOT going to have any of these problems here at Westmont. Well, we’ll see.
Turns out he’s a nice enough kid. I’ll call him “C.” Very well spoken, polite, good looking.
It’s been a long, but good Spring Break. I had a great time being with my family, whether we were busy doing stuff, or busy doing nothing. I even feel like I’m ready to come back. Don’t get me wrong, if I never came back to teaching, I don’t think I’d miss it, or my students. But I do have to come back sometime. And I think I’m ready.
Nine more weeks ’till summer!