I hoped that today would be an easy day. I hoped for quiet, no drama, working on schedules, ideally not even seeing students. Hope.
Last week, during the break, I heard about a shooting at one of the apartments zoned to us. The news reported that there were several young men, 17-22, hanging out and playing with the gun. It was accidental. One of the boys died. The police didn’t report the names. First thing this morning I was told that the boy who died was my student last year, he had dropped out. Gang member, hardened, smart, kind, sense of humor. We called him Sebastian. That wasn’t his name, it was a little joke we had with him, I don’t remember the story. But we laughed.
I enrolled a brand new student. New to the country. Sweet kid.
The first phone call to the office was from a mom. Her daughter tried to kill herself this morning. She took pills. They were at the emergency room.
I called our social worker to tell her about the girl. She thought I was calling about the apartment fire. I didn’t know about the apartment fire. Nine units were destroyed, at least two of our families are now without a home. Everything is gone. Add that to the 20+ homeless students we already have. I don’t think any of the apartment fire students are mine.
Then I found out the boy who shot the gun is a senior at our school. He accidentally shot and killed his friend.
I got another new student. A girl. She started this school year at one of our other high schools. Apparently she’s a fighter, has a temper, a nasty mouth, doesn’t control herself. She ended up in our district alternative placement school. Usually students get sent there for 30 – 60 days, depending on what they did. If they’re good, they almost always come back early. Not her. She ended up in juvie justice placement, for fighting. She did a short stint there, before getting locked up, for aggravated assault. Of an officer. She’s now out, is in school, with an ankle tracker.
11:00 brought no new major problems – just bullies, cell phones, mentors, stairwell lovers, a teacher cursed out, a student walked out of class, and students crying because one friend died, by the hand of another.