I wonder why my words always have to be evaded, twisted into something meaningless, and all that's left is your unhappiness and my feeling of helplessness.
I find consolation in the fact that you do this to everyone, not just me.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
10:14 p.m.
Happy New Year!
Yesterday, one of my 7th graders almost killed another kid (literally). He apparently unthreaded his bandana so that he had a long piece of string, and decided that it would be fun to strangle his friend with it.
The boy ended up losing consciousness (to the point where he lost control of his bowels). The doctors said he was fine after some testing...but I hope the boy got into (lots) of trouble for this.
...And why do other AETs ask why I don't like my 7th graders?
