morse code and victims in my classroom
I’ve told ya what angels my students are this year
I got a new student
She’s not an angel
It’s funny how her attitude permeated the class in one day
And even funnier how it revealed the hidden defects each child has been working so hard to control
Like lemon juice on a secret message
Or is it heat on a lemon juice message
My brother used to drive me nuts with his secret messages
and Morse code!
Don’t even get me started on Morse code
He made a telegraph. Then ran and buried wires from the tree house to a box that he also buried at the base of the tree we used to come down when climbing out the upstairs window.
He said, “You gotta learn Morse code, you gotta learn Morse code!!!!”
He drove me nuts
No, I never learned it
I refused
Anyway, about my students, talk about ADD
It was just sad that they worked so hard and one kid could mess them up so bad
I was more upset by seeing their defects so clearly
Its past sad
It’s tragic when a child displays characteristics of abuse
It makes you stop and re-assess everything you’ve thought or said about or to that child
It makes you stop
One child touches my heart more than the others
There is always one
Last year it was a girl
This year it’s a boy
They both have been the victim
Most of my students have
But some become the perpetrator
And others continue to be victimized
This boy is a victim
He continues to be bullied
He likes me because I protect him
I can’t protect him once he leaves
So
I’ve stopped and thought
But even in the heat of the situation
No message has been revealed
Maybe I should’a learned Morse code
