Sometimes we lose things.
Me? I lose workshop notes, phone numbers, and occasionally my mind.
Jason, he loses children. At least he did Friday.
What apparently happened is he drew a stick figure on the board, and put the name of one of his more obnoxious students next to it. His student took exception to this, and started to cry. For twenty minutes. Jason let him sit there.
After awhile, the kid freaks out, tears up his book, and runs out of the room.
Then he runs out of the building. Our front staff didn’t do a particularly good job of catching him, or even catching up.
Around 8:30 the school calls the parents to see if they know where their kid is, because we don’t. The parents were less than impressed by this.
Around 9:30 or 10:00, I gather the child showed back up at his house.
Jason, for his manifold errors of judgement, questionable teaching practices, and general ineptitude has managed to avoid getting in any real trouble with the school management. We’re really not sure how, but we have some theories (most not discussable in polite company). However, we’re not sure how things are going to work out this time.
I just keep thinking “two more months, only two more months…”
