I left work yesterday mad enough to spit on the sidewalk and watch it catch on fire. I had a major verbal confrontation with my current supervisor. She will be gone in a week and I might have to have a see ya! cocktail to honor the occasion of her leaving. A nice glass of B and B with a cup of coffee sounds like a proper send off to a source of a major headache.I have some special needs children in my learning community. One in particular has been giving me the blues since day one. He needs an unusual amount of attention. This little boy will do whatever to gain that attention from adults and peers. One of the traits of his attention getting is constantly running out of the classroom. This is one of the problems that I was hired to deal with. I have cut the number of children who follow this little emotionally challenged pied piper. But he is crying out for help. A fact that my supervisor continues to bypass because of her belief that it can be repaired on site.I am a pretty honest teacher. I have no problem with telling anyone what my limitations are in certain areas. Emotional wellness is a major issue in childhood. There are children who need help. They are not just "bad". Their actions indicate that there is a problem that isn't on the surface. I suspect that this child has some emotional needs that he feels are not being met. He goes to extreme lengths to gain the attention of anyone who is nearby him. But in reality, this little fella is not capable of controlling his impulses for attention getting. When he gets re-directed or has to own up to his actions he falls apart. He cries and whines like he is a toddler. The conflict between myself and my current supervisor rose to a head because I have to remove him from the setting. He is a potential danger to himself and to the other children. I suspect that she has grown tired of his antics and wants to put off the total responsibility on my shoulders. What she has resistant to do doing is seeking the professional help that this child needs. This act of resistance has pissed me off! People who work in this field of education often have so much "love" for the children that they service. But they do not want to do anything that will stigmatize a child. I wish that I could get a hundred dollar bonus for every time I have listened to someone declare how they do not want to have a child labeled. I could take myself a very nice vaction. It is a statement that indicates no thought beyond their desires. Not receiving help to correct a problem doesn't make it go away. If this child does not receive the help that he honestly needs the label is waiting to be stuck on him as soon as he enters the school district. Zero Tolerance is a policy that leave literally no room for uncontrolled behavior. He needs to be assessed to see if he has unmet needs. If the screening comes back clean then we will need to go back to the drawing board. But I refuse to be the scapegoat for a problem that was existing prior to my placement on the staff. I am not done with this situation. I cannot be since he is a member of my community. But there is no way that I am not going to be pushing for the help that I think he can benefit from. She tried to block this portion of our conversation out. I refuse to allow that to happen. She found me to be "disrespectful and rude". She was right because there comes a time when the truth just cuts like that. I refused to back down. Which really miffed her because she likes to be confrontational without consequences. I said what I meant and I meant what I said.One of the half doors in the classroom was damaged. We discovered this after nap was over. My supervisor demanded to know what happened. I cannot say who did it or how the damage occured. I wasn't in the room and I suspect that the door was broken during the time when I was in a meeting with her. But she grilled me and the other teachers demanding to know what happened. By this time my tolerance for nonsense had hit its maximum capacity. She shrilled on about the damage and kept demanding an answer. None of us knew how the door got broken. There was other non-teaching personnel in the room covering in my absence. It could of happened then without them realizing it. She asked me what happened more than once. If I did not know the first time-how in the hell would I know later on. We asked the children if they knew and none of them had an answer. This incident caused me to have a bad attitude for the remainder of my work day.Now that Friday has arrived, I plan to go in and move ahead. I hope that we do not have another go around about this. She is not going to like me if this happens. I am about to log off and sit down and write out my response to the incident. I suspect that she has been busy preparing to take me before the owners. I plan to be prepared with a Scorpian style counter attack to her madness.I do not know what the next supervisor will be like. I hope that the person who takes over her job will be more atuned to the needs of the children. I plan to pray away the residue of yesterday's disagreement. I am hoping that we can have a pleasant and cheerful day.And I will be marking off the days until the B and B hour arrives.
