chronicles of teacher life 

He doesn’t live with his mom or dad. Mom is a homeless addict. Dad remarried and moved away. He is in special Ed and counseling. He is “the one” I was given this year because they knew I could handle him. He is always one degree of separation from being out-of-school suspended, and sometimes that separation disappears. I told him to write a note to his grandpa’s girlfriend for Mother’s Day today. He balked and fumed, and asked to have a time out away from the classroom, a “breathing moment” we’ve instituted to give him some sense of power in his life. He cashed in on one of those moments this morning and this was left on my desk this afternoon when he left. I am “mum” because I told him earlier this year that he couldn’t call me “mom”. #whyiteach

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