Sunday, September 09, 2012

folded hearts

We've got a bully on our hands. Miss A is too worldly in my opinion, and far too apt to roll her eyes at everyone. On Thursday, I got a report from a parent saying that Miss A had called her child ugly and bald. On Friday another student didn't want to come to school because she was worried about Miss A picking on her. I found out about that from the dean.

On Friday afternoon, I changed my plans and did a lesson on name calling. I traced a bunch of hearts and then I told a social story with puppets named after former students. Antonio had called Marica ugly. Marica was hurt. I folded up the heart. Antonio apologized, and her heart opened back up to him. I pointed out, though, that the folds in the heart did not go away. He could never fully undo the damage to her heart. For the first time since school started, I had everyone's attention, even N. After, we cut hearts to remember that everyone only gets one heart and we need to be careful with it.

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