
Today a middle school student said he hated me.
He told me to go F- myself.
He wrote all over his desk.
He shouted insults at the other students.
He asked to be sent home.
He said he wished he was dead.
He asked to see the school counselor.
I let him.
And this was all in one 42 minute period.
By the time the bell rang for the next class, I was exhausted.
I was worried about my student. I wondered how I could help.
But I could barely stand up.
I wiped at my eyes. They were unaccountably filled with tears. My hands were shaking.
I didn’t have time for this now. I had to put on a smile and welcome in the next…
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