These kids were 3rd, 4th, and 5th graders. All put in a special class. I am assuming that most of them were in ther for behavioral and social issues. There were 8 kids, all boys. And 4 teachers most of the time. Ocassionally one teacher would take a few of the students to other mainstream classes. At the end of the day I was left with 4 kids, alone, for 10 minutes. du du du (ominous music)
Throughout the day I was called names- bitch, fucking bitch, evil, brat, etc. I was told that I was not the boss. I was stabbed with a pencil. I was kicked at, hit, and hissed at. If I tried to help with classwork (amazing how any got done at all), I was ignored or whined at.
These kids have issues. They have issues with names, official names. They have special helpers, counselors, certain plans for their school and behavior.
Why are they like this? Is it nature? Nurture? A little of both? Why are they being allowed to watch TV with Violence? How can they be allowed to play violent video games? Their behavior already leans toward anger and violence, why are these predilictions being fed? Where'd they learn those words? Does their family talk to them like that, or in front of them like that?
When I was alone, one kid knocked over his friend's blocks. Friend yelled, kid ran, friend jumped up angry with fists cleanched, grabbed a block and pegged kid. Kid came back to fight, friend was geared up to fight. Nice older kid stepped between them. Friend threw himself on beanbag, kid wanted to body slam friend. I restrained kid by hugging him gently and sitting down with him. I don't know the legalities of restraining. Kid's father showed up right then. Just my luck. After kid calmed and I let him go- father said "so behavior wasn't that good, huh?" well------------duh. Behavior was OK til then. Not great. I doubt behavior is ever great. The kid has no impulse control like everyone else in the class.
I'm tired. I usually love classes with special kids. This one was too much for my super powers. These kids had force fields up against my awesome mommy stare and ever-correcting "I'm going to tell your parents" (or take away recess). I don't think I'll jump at the chance to visit that class any time soon. My wounds need time to heal and I need to hone my skills.