That's where it's heading in L.A., too, with Hispanic students. I mean, you can send them out, but the counselor just "talks to them," files a report, notifies their (utterly indifferent or incompetent) parents, and sends the child strutting triumphantly back to your classroom 15 minutes later to pick up where he left off.
In my sheltered class, I can do almost nothing. The good kids in there just have to struggle through the worksheets because I cannot give directions without being shouted down, cannot spend time with any one student without the others starting to wrestle or throw things... it's a nightmare.
My only consolation is that by having all the thugs in one class, my Honors class (38 of the nicest kids you'll ever meet) can come in, sit down, and read a novel with me. But that one class is just a heart attack waiting to happen. And it's getting worse.
I never did return to that school.
I hope you can get out of that jungle...