That Look

"He just had that look in his eyes." The words from my principal as we debriefed on what had been an absolutely crazy 2 hours.

It all began innocently when a new student began his first day of school. What began innocently as a chld with some social anxiety saying he didn't want to eat lunch in the cafeteria, quickly turned into me slow-chasing this child around my building, while preventing him from climbing over the stair railings.

First, he refused to leave his classroom because he didn't want to eat lunch. The social worker convinced him to come to her office. He then ate lunch in the main office, which seemed to be working. I was in meetings all day so I didn't know that he spent a part of that lunch period roaming the hallway in front of the office. Someone asked me who his teacher was, because he was a new student, no one recognized him and, oh yes, he was refusing to talk. I jumped in and tried to talk to him, but that didn't work. That's when my adventure began.

I'm in an elementary school that has 3 floors. I never really thought having 3 floors in an elementary school would be cause for alarm. That is until I met this kid, Elijah (name changed for anonymity). So I was in slow pursuit up the stairs, because I knew that he had some anxiety issues, and I didn't want to make him more anxious. But he was raising my anxiety level by trying to climb onto the railings. To make matters worse, when I told him to get down, he refused, and he wasn't talking-just grunting and gesturing. The only time he spoke was when he told me he wanted to play the drums. I followed this kid around from about 20 minutes. When he tried to squeeze in between the railings that's when my principal stepped in (a little bit scared at this point) and told him he had to go downstairs. After a few minutes of "chasing" him around the office, he finally settled in the copy room. Of course to get there he had to break the sanctity of the teachers lounge. The teachers that were in there were alarmed and flabbergasted to see a kid traipse through the lounge. When he found the piano, it had a soothing effect and it pacified him. And that's where he stayed until his mother arrived to pick him up. He was immediately suspended.

The next day, his mother provided a stack of paperwork from his psychiatric intake, hospitalizations, school suspensions, and other mental health matters that occurred since last April. This would have been handy to know the day before. I immediately set up a PPT because this kid came with mental diagnosis and had a full evaluation. The report was pending at the time of our meeting.

My director did not like the idea of this student being in my building. He is too much of a risk, especially to himself. My director immediately suggested outplacement into a therapeutic school, that specializes in problem behaviors and emotionally disturbed children. I was shocked because this happened so quickly, usually this kind of outplacement takes months. It's not cheap. But I guess it's cheaper than having a possible suicide on your hands. The mom agreed to having her son attend the school while we complete an evaluation. The child has not enrolled yet, nor has the mom gone to the school for the intake interview. The child has been on homebound (receiving lessons at home) in the meantime. It will be interesting to see where this ends.

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The Package

For some reason my latest case feels like an episode of "Alias". And I'm not sure if they used the term "the package" on the show, but it has that feel. You await the arrival of something monumental, something that you've discussed, yet have never met. The stories you hear are ominous, yet you need to be prepared and professional, and most of all warm and welcoming. so when it was decided that Alejandro* would indeed attend my school, we had a lot of information to consider and yet we didn't have the privilege of knowing anyone who had actually met the child. This is a kid who only attended school for 4 days last year before he was suspended from school and put on homebound for the rest of the year. They had a PPT at the end of the year to suggest a psychiatric evaluation. it was determined that some of his issues were caused by the fact that he spoke no English and was placed into an all-English classroom. My school district doesn't have any bilingual schools, so he was participating in his former school's English Language Learner's program (all 4 days that he attended). Anyway, based on everything that happened last year, including running away from the school which required the police to come and apprehend him and threatening kindergartners on the playground, my principal was reluctant to have this kid start school in my building. We were trying to determine what would be an appropriate placement. My district decided that it would be in my school with a part-time bilingual aide.

Well, once we realized we would be getting this kid, we had to make sure everything was ready. But we didn't know what to expect. The kid was receiving therapy over the summer, so we could possibly see a transformed child, or the same angry threatening child that the other school saw last April. We spent so much time planning and fretting over this, that it was actually an odd relief once he arrived.

Alejandro arrived in the morning with his mother. Both of them spoke only a few English words. My Spanish is really rusty, having studied it in college over a decade ago. I struggled to communicate some basic ideas, but I think that the mother appreciated my struggle in Spanish. I'd like to think that she knew I empathized with her struggles in English. I talked to Alejandro a little bit. By talk, I mean that I asked him questions that I could remember from exercises in Spanish. Te gusta deportes? I gave myself a vocabulary refresher by pointing and labeling objects in the room to his approval. It was interesting, because there were a few words that he didn't know and his mother had to correct him. Alejandro's aide arrived and they went to class. I was on call for most of the day, which meant that someone had to know where I was at all times. My principal decided that she would hang out in the hallway near Alejandro's class, just in case she needed to intervene. We were on full alert for the day. His first day went without incident. I was glad that he had a good first day. We know that this may be the honeymoon period so we are keeping our fingers crossed and thinking positive thoughts. I must be rubbing off on everyone, because the first thing out of the special ed teacher and the principal's mouths that morning were "I'm going to think positively about this" More converts to positivity.

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*of course Alejandro is not his real name, silly.