Brooding Girl is quiet, and usually prefers to stay to herself. She had a bit of a yappy phase there for a while, but one phone call to mom took care of that. She is in our remediation class because she can be a bit slow on getting work in and doesn't necessarily study and do well on tests. However, one of the few comments I ever got out of her was that she wants to keep her grades up so she can be in the fashion show club. So, at least she has a goal and as long as she can stay away from the drama, she should be okay. That being said, I really didn't know much about her because she's the quiet type that would rather just hide than engage a teacher in conversation.
In any case, she was crying so hard I knew she couldn't even see where we were going, so I put my arm around her and walked her to the nurse. I kept up a running chatter with her the whole way there about when I had my nose broken in high school (well, actually it was deviated septum surgery, but I wasn't going there), and how I realized it hurt, and blah, blah, blah. At one point she managed to choke out that she didn't want to look ugly with her makeup all over her face (she's a pretty girl) and so we talked about make-up for a bit. Whatever it takes to get her to the nurse. I dropped her off, and back to lunch I went.
Brooding Girl is in my Seventh Period Class From the Very Depths of Hell Itself, so I saw her later that day and noticed, thankfully, no bruising and it didn't look like her nose had swelled up much. I asked her how she was and she had a pretty bad headache and it hurt. Yeah, it probably was going to hurt quite a bit, I told her, but a bit of aspirin and some sleep and she'd feel better.
A few days later, during remediation class which Mrs. Reading was teaching that day, Brooding Girl came in to see if she owed me any assignments. As luck would have it, she did, so I gave her copies of the missing work, and explained some of it.
And then, the most amazing thing happened.
She stood there in front of my desk and just chattered away like I'd never heard her chatter.
Truly. This from a kid who's maybe said two words to me all year. She stood there and told me how she'd cleaned the house for her mom the night before, because her mom was kind of depressed when her boyfriend wasn't around, and he was really nice, he was Italian, and he was teaching Brooding Girl to make espresso, and she cleaned all the rooms, and even her room, and helped her sister clean as well, and she thought she'd made mom happy, and then she made up all her missing work, except for science, and she was going to do that tonight, and gee thanks for giving me the work, and my nose doesn't hurt anymore.
Could it be, that all it took was a five minute walk to the nurse??