I have a student who is a
very good musician.
He is super sweet when he’s
in a good mood,
But he has major anger issues
when he’s not.
He’s been doing well in my
class this year,
Sitting at my desk and
drawing to keep himself focused and calm,
But last week, he wandered
away from my desk and started bothering some classmates.
When I told him to come back
over to my desk—
Not because he was in trouble
but because he does better at my desk—
He got mad.
He started mumbling.
“Man, I hate school.
I’d rather be doing ANYTHING
but school.
I hate school.
I hate everything about it.
I’d give anything to not be
here—
I’d go anywhere else.”
And he kept on going.
Then a classmate joined in,
“It’s okay.
This torture will be over
soon
And then we can go to lunch.”
“I hate lunch.
Lunch isn’t even fun
anymore.”
And they just commiserated
with one another
About how horrible everything
was.
All the while,
I was listening and trying
not to take it personally.
Especially the part about
“This torture will be over soon.”
There’s a lot I could say
about this situation,
But I think what strikes me
most is
The little sting that stung
when I heard my class called torture.
I know, these two children
have no idea what true torture is.
But in their 4th
grade brains,
Sitting through music class
while learning a Preamble Rap
Was torture.
What a dramatically strong
word for something so minor as
Being redirected and then not
liking a song!
And what a powerfully stupid
word to hurt me.
But it did.
A little.
Because words are so very
powerful--
Even words from children who
have no idea what they’re saying.
So may we choose our words
wisely,
What we say and what we write,
And may we model healthy
emotional expression to the children
Who are hurting,
And my goodness are they
hurting.
Amen.