A conglomeration of aesthetically pleasing miscellany and the rambling thoughts of a caffeinated mind.An Inquiry Perhaps?
One of my students got expelled yesterday. I felt like I was being deflated when I found out. The last time I saw him he was laughing in class as we discusses how gross the food is at Golden Corral. I gave him the homework as he left a bit early cause his mom came to pick him up.
It’s not like he’s dead, I know that, but I still feel kind of sick to my stomach when I think about it. The way everyone is going to walk on eggshells in class. The way he talked about looking forward to future classes with me and with his classmates. I can only imagine the hell he’s getting at home.
He even sent me an email thanking me for how much he liked my class. I’ll admit to bursting out into ugly tears.
I don’t know the specifics, but I can only think that we failed him somehow. By not taking the time to help him or work with him we didn’t allow him to rise above the problem. Zero-tolerance policies are bullshit, I’ll leave it at that.