The thing that really makes me mad is that this happened within earshot of my room. I normally stay late to grade papers. But I wasn't in the building on Monday. I was getting some tests done for my upcoming bariatric surgery. The sole SHEEPDOG on the floor and I took the day off when the sheep really needed me. I feel bad. I've been a teacher for 20 years, the last twelve in the inner city, split between two schools: Bad and worse, where I am now. In all that time, I've never even come close to this poor guys situation. My students know that I'll respond with a lot of training and life experience. Happened once about five years ago in the other school. When I left that school, the kids over there called their homies over here and warned 'em not to mess with me. Said they'd get burned. B-A-D. The thugs treat me with respect and I mostly ignore them. But I wish I'd been here to protect that sheep. He's now scarred for life both physically and emotionally. That kind of trauma should belong to the wolves who attacked him.
while its unfortunate that he was ‘defenseless’ that day, there is a reason that you had a Dr appointment...maybe this will be his ‘wake up’ moment, in hindsight...