Off you go kids, go fight and be delinquent out of my eye view.
A well needed coffee is calling.
So I’m catching up on some gossip with a friend.
When in walks Yoda, my ever-increasing purve of a boss.
Yoda: ” Jane, I think we need to give Sarah more support with Jack” (feral boy). By we, I assume you mean, me, as you choose never to leave your lair and actually interact with the kids.
Yoda: “Could you have him in with you for a few days a week”
Feral boy, err…no.
Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m going to have to turn you down on this one.
As tempting as spending hours shut in a room with him is, being barked at and stabbed with pencils.
The idea of having my face chewed on by a Rottweiler is more appealing.
This kid isn’t stupid, in fact his language skills never cease to amaze me.
Only today he flew around the dining hall calling random children ‘fucking dirty whores’.
With his speech impediment, that took some doing.
Mental note: Must mark of speech and language in his assessment file.