Kicking the Inner Child
So I kicked a special ed kid today, right in the disability, which I hate doing. It was like hitting a dislexic kid because he can't read, or worse yet hitting a blind kid because he can't see. I'm exagerating, but it was certainly not a good day for James. A kid, who has been difficult the last several days, hit me today, which is no big deal. But my response was all disproportionate to the crime. He clipped me on the shoulder, and I turned and said, "Did you just hit me?" and he hit me again and I restrained him. Which, I grant you, doesn't sound all that bad. But it was the way I said it. It wasn't incredulous, it was mad. I sounded enraged, completely pissed off....which, in that moment I completely was. And he recoiled. The kid reeled, like I'd slapped him. He fronze as I held him, then when I let him go he ran to the corner and stood there, shaking. Which is not, by the way, normal for this child. He stood there, shaking, then starting saying I w