So my little Hatchling had a pretty good week until Wednesday. He'd been coming to our class sixth period, ran the very few errands I had for him, and showed me a completed agenda with his work complete. No attitude, was fairly quiet, did his thing. However, I was starting to worry a bit that this kid never seemed to have work so emailed his teachers to find out if he was missing anything.
He did have some incomplete work from School Dad (who runs our in house alternative school and who is big and bald and scary and coaches football and is a fantastic math teacher). School Dad is doing a related arts class for our top behavior problems in all three grades to teach them how to "do School" and my Hatchling, with his record, is in one. Hatchling is NOT happy about this.
On Thursday, Hatching came and brought his attitude with him. By this time I was starting to get my Seventh grade trouble makers and it was a bit more chaotic in there than the Hatchling was used to. So of course he wanted to talk to them, and then got snippy when I told him he couldn't.
He then got to work on a word search for School Dad, and wasn't happy when I gave him some incomplete work School Dad had put in my box.
"I did that," Hatchling said.
"Oh really? Then why was it given back to me? It doesn't look done?" I asked.
"I did that. They're lying if they said I didn't." He replied.
Oh great. He's having one of THOSE days.
And it went on from there. He insisted that he technically wasn't in ISS (I silently said "yet") so he didn't have to follow ISS rules. This was his study hall so he could do what he wanted. He also hated being here and wanted to be back in regular study hall with the aide that he clashed with the 2nd day of school. (Yeah, right, lets see how that works, kid). He was going to start skipping and didn't care if that means he got a write up and got sent to alternative school. And it went on from there.
I basically ignored him, especially as he wasn't loud about it, and let him keep whining and complaining. Whatever. I sent a message to Guidance Goober and was asked to document all of this, which I did. I was thrilled when the bell rang and the Hatchling went back to his homeroom to annoy them.
So imagine my surprise at Open House when there's a knock on my door and I answer it to see the Hatchling and his dad on my doorstep.
Seriously. Hatching was perfect. Dad said he'd heard from all the other teachers that I'd offered to help him out and wanted to meet me and thank me. Had a nice visit. I showed Hatching his new desk which he claimed to like a lot better (in the far reaches of my room where I can still keep an eye on him, but he won't bother anyone, I hope). Dad was happy.
I didn't see Hatchling on Friday because he got dismissed, but I ran into School Dad who informed me that Hatchling is being HORRID in his class so he was setting up a parent meeting with all involved for Friday. I can't wait.