Most of my class behaved well today. I felt like I was able to teach. They even liked the Pablo Neruda poem we talked about today for our poetry unit. But about 45 minutes into the day, my autistic boy started throwing pencils at people and stabbed someone in the face with one. Then at the end of the day, he tipped over two desks. Thank God I'm good friends with the security guard. Oh, and I later found out that while he was in the office, he called 911 and told them the school was on fire.
But I'm doing my best to overcome the stress. Xanax got me through the day. I just got home and moved my furniture and had a little private dance party. I'm breaking out the champagne in a little while, and Pete might come over later. I'm determined to not give into the stress.
But I'm doing my best to overcome the stress. Xanax got me through the day. I just got home and moved my furniture and had a little private dance party. I'm breaking out the champagne in a little while, and Pete might come over later. I'm determined to not give into the stress.
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