Hm…I should be in bed now. And I’m feeling sensual but kind of dreamy, for the tiredness, perhaps. More in the mood for lacriniere than most blogs tonight. Can you see i am feeling rather as though my head is floating in the clouds, then? If you read my most recent little story, “The Bath” do let me know what you thought of it! Check it out here, in this section. I’m always delighted to receive any feedback :-) Nighty Night! ~ SB
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.