Somewhere in the annals of history, there is a rule written something like this: "If thy principal is gone for thee day and no assistant principal existith to compensate, thy school principal shall make the calls". It was my turn yesterday. It was also a Crazy Friday.
I spent the majority of the morning wrangling with one uppers, juvie jailers, and kiddos that would have preferred to take a 4 day weekend. By 10:05, I was spent. Following a 6 minute lunch and numerous little headaches in the hallways, I made my way back down to the principal's office where Hermando was. Hermando, a 9 year old 3rd grader was sent to the office for angrily squeezing some poor little girls arm. Also in the office was Steve, a first grade boy who was awaiting pickup -- his behavior was sending him home early.
So, on we went with the principal spiel, "What did you do?", etc. As Hermando and I interacted, little Steve watched very intently (why couldn't Steve had just sit like this instead of sliding down banisters?). "Hermando", I said exhaustively, "Do you know what it's called when you hurt another person? "No." Well Hermando, that's called assault."
That's when Steve, who's pickup had just arrived, raised his hand and gave the most accurate answer of his day: "Hermando, it's ASSAULT, not like salt in a salt shaker" Then he left.
... all I could down is throw my hands up, laugh, and think about the annals of history.
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