I Thought I Didn't Care

There are days when I have to tell myself that teaching elementary school does not and will not fulfill me as a person and, as such, I should not think about where to go to school to get a master's in it.

It all started with this kid, right.  It always does.  He's in the third grade class I tutor in.  He's behind the rest of the class, functioning a few grade levels behind (by my supposition).  He's a behavior issue, but I've started to develop a rapport with him and we get work done almost every single day.  Today, I found out that they might be testing him for special ed.

And it pissed me off.  And it hurt me.

And I know why:  I've invested a lot of time into this student already.  To have him get away from me now would be awful.  But, at the same time, if he needs the help he should get it.  But then again, I'm not sure that he is special ed.  But I also know that the people making these decisions know a lot more about it than I do.  Then again, I'm really exhausted and it was raining when I was thinking about this, so maybe that's what was making me sad.

So, I actually toyed with the notion of becoming a special ed teacher.  Not for long...maybe half an hour or so.  And then I was done.  Now, I'm going to go to bed since I feel like a truck hit me today even though it wasn't that bad. 

I staffed all of the Watts Camp...hooray for that!