We are approaching the end of the year and I am trying to get everyone to passing. While I battle a co-worker unlike any I have worked with or even heard about. (Maleficent hates me with a passion and I have no idea why. I am, however looking forward to that day when she no longer inhabits my life.)
I am getting ready for that arduous chore of calling parents for those kids who are failing, mostly because they don't come.
Some kids are special to other teachers. You know, the teacher has taken them under a wing. So I have been checking with my friends before I call.
This one was thrown out of his house by his mother and can't get to school. (No car and not on the bus route.)
That one lived with grandma but grandma died. Not sure how the kid is taking care of basic necessities - and school is not one.
This one's parents are in jail waiting for trial and possible prison.
That ones mom lost her job and he is having to work to hold everything together.
This one is behind because she was stolen by sex trafficers and got away but isn't the same anymore.
I hate just passing them but knowing the circumstances and knowing a diploma might make all the difference in life, how can you not?
The Small Subtle Poisons
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