The irony of life continues to amaze me. On my last post I thought that my son was going to be okay. He has his mouthy days to teachers who are great at taking it in stride explaining to him the situation to which he responds contemplatively and apologetically--normal preteen stuff.
Then I pick my son up from school and he seems okay . . . until he gets about two feet from me where he commences to sob. He is heartbroken. I am heartbroken and don’t even know why.
It takes about 30 seconds (a lifetime in sob time) to finally get him to talk--to tell me what has distressed him so.
He is in seventh grade. On Tuesday he has Gym. Tuesday three eighth grade girls physically accosted him. Two girls grabbed his arms tightly while the third yelled in his face. He can’t remember what was said because he was terrified that he would be physically harmed more that what was happening.
The thing is that the teacher had left the class to go into the building (they were out on the field) to retrieve something that he had forgotten. Doesn’t he know that you never leave 30 seventh and eighth graders alone without supervision?
He and I wrote up reports about what happened. Gave it to the vice-principal and waited to find out what was going to happen . . . if he needed to be concerned when he returned to school the next day. He did NOT want to go to school the following day and I didn’t feel inclined to make him go.
The vice principal said that Thursday and Friday he will have no need to fear but she could not tell me what happened to the girls responsible for terrifying my son. But, what about Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? The rest of the year? This is not the first time the girls have attempted to intimidate him.
With all that has happened I wonder and worry about his safety. What do you think you would you do if you were put in this situation?
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