Today was rough.
A student of mine was arrested for bringing a knife, razor blade, and two lighters to school.
I saw the police officer leading my student, in handcuffs, to the police cruiser.
I lost it. I cried. I felt powerless.
Now do not get me wrong. My student broke some serious rules and deserves to be punished. But this kid is very naive and easily influenced. He choice in friends is horrible. He is just looking for his place in the crowd. Some of my coworkers believe that my student was holding the evidence for another student. I do not know.
My students are my babies. As much as they can annoy me, I love all of them. I would do anything in my power to help and protect them. Not to get all religious, but I believe that God led me to be a teacher so I could help these kids.
There is a small silver lining to the day. My plan was to come home, lay on the couch, and cry as I stuffed my face. I was all ready to do just that. Then a little voice in my head said I should take myself for a walk before I planted my butt down for the night.
And I did go for a walk and it helped!
Right now I am currently planted in the couch and I had a disgustly, unhealthy dinner.
But I walked!
I am still crying. I am trying to distract myself by playing on the Internet. I am trying to get into The Maze Runner movie.
The movie is dumb.
