It's been an interesting week in Our Happy Little Portable.
We're in the last week of the grading period and as such, I'm seeing quite a bit of activity. Kids have racked up a lot of discipline points and write-ups and they're landing out with me. And for most of them, it's their second or third visit.
This week we were blessed with The Tyrant. This little guy is a sixth grader who came to us with a behavior file that boggled the mind. He is a piece of work. Has a hair trigger temper, refuses to do anything he does not want to do, and is angry with the world.
The first day he was out with us I had to call Admin to come remove him as he would not be quiet, would not stay in his seat, and absolutely utterly refused to do his assignments (he'd throw them at me). When Coach Cool asked him to get his backpack, he screamed "NO!" and went home with out it.
The second day was pretty much a repeat of the first but slightly better. I didn't have to call to have him removed until later in the day. (Keep in mind I rarely ever call to have a kid removed. It's just not something I usually have issues with but this kid...well, he's something else.)
Today was our third - and thankfully, last - day with The Tyrant. He was, amazingly, almost done with his work (even though it was crap) although he was getting very frustrated with math because he does not know his basic multiplication tables.
Today started out rough. There was some police activity in the neighborhood so Coach Cool had me relocate my classroom from Our Happy Little Portable into the building, into a room across from the library. We call it the reference room, but it's more like book storage combined with a meeting room. In any case, I wheeled in my cart with emergency supplies, computers, and files and camped out there for the day. It's not ideal, but it works. I only had four boys this morning, including The Tyrant, so it probably wouldn't be too bad until they started adding kids (which they usually don't when we're in the building, they wait until the following day).
Mrs. Sweet, the library aide who takes the kids to lunch, arrived from the library and took them down to the cafeteria to pick up their lunches while I have my 30 minutes duty free lunch. Ate lunch, checked our mail box for assignments, and headed back to our room, passing by the Librarian's desk.
And look across to see the lead custodian enter the room we were using with a bucket, rags, and a yellow "wet floor" sign.
"Oh crap," I asked her. "What's going on with my kids?"
"That little blonde one you have? He apparently lost his mind, started screaming at everyone, and started slinging mashed potatoes from his lunch all over MY room," The Librarian responded. Oh she was MAD. (And I don't blame her.)
I get to the room to find Mrs. Sweet and the Lead Custodian cleaning up the room, wiping down shelves, tables, chairs, and the rug. (Which was going to have to be shampooed tonight apparently).
Mrs. Sweet stood up, "I honestly don't know what happened or what I did. One minute he was fine, the next minute he's flipping the bird at the other kids, screaming and throwing mashed potatoes at them. Or maybe he was aiming at me. I really don't know. But he threw them everywhere."
I assured her that she didn't do anything, that the Tyrant flips his lid at the slightest provocation and there isn't anything we can do about it.
"So where is he?" I asked.
"The Enforcer came and got him," she said. "I had to call for an administrator before he tore the room apart."
Oh great. The Enforcer. Who is now The Principal.
So, I had the other kids write witness statements (more to keep them busy than anything else, but they LOVE witness statements) and pretty soon The Guidance Diva came by and told me that she'd just dropped The Tyrant's files off on The Enforcer's desk and that The Tyrant was perched on the arm of the chair like a little vulture waiting to pounce.
"That sounds like The Tyrant," I told her. "Are they finally suspending him?"
"Finally," she said. I'm sure his team will be delighted. It's nearly a daily occurrence having to have him removed from a classroom, but we can't do anything until a behavior plan is in place as he's identified as special education."
Well, he went three for three in my room. Three days in ISS, Three days removed from ISS.
And then there was the mashed potatoes.
Seriously. You can't make this stuff up.
Two days until break.