I Gotta Use It

Shortly after breakfast a new scholar in the room is moving quickly towards my desk at the back of the room.  Mr. S, Mr. S. "I gotta use it." I look up at Kirby who is fidgety and kind of bouncing up and down and say to him use what.  I gotta us it Mr. S, I gotta use it.  Once again I ask use what.  From across the room CorP gets my attention and says Mr. S he needs to go to the bathroom.  Ohhhh!  I look at Kirby and say go and don't forget to wash your hands.  In a flash this former scholar is out the door.

A side note I love the fact that the restroom is immediately across the hallway from our room.  Because we are designated a special education room anytime a scholar leaves our room I'm supposed to escort them.  Having "to use it" is an exception to the escort rule as I can see the entrance to the restroom from my view at the back of the room.

Kirby was an interesting student as he was a ball of energy and had no boundaries.  He was also quite a challenge to work with because he hated subtraction.  In order to explain why he was a challenge to work with be aware that inappropriate language will be used and it will not be coming from my mouth.

Every day morning work is assigned to each scholar as a way to get them focused for the academic day.  In Kirby's case he had math worksheets that were either addition or subtraction.  Doing the addition worksheet was a piece of cake but subtraction was always an adventure.  Fortunately my experiences with Kirby had me well prepared.

BaseG is in charge and he gets every one calmed down and passes out the morning work every day.  His last drop off point is Kirby who is in the back row.  From my view at the back of the room he is right by me.  The subtraction worksheet lands on Kirby's desk.  After looking at it he goes into full  
battle mode.  I hate subtraction and I'm not doing it as the worksheet is being tossed in the air.  I get   up and retrieve the work sheet.  He takes it and again tosses it in the air and this time his pencil also   goes airborne.  I am not doing subtraction can I pleeaassee do addition.  I retrieve the pencil and   worksheet and hand them to him.  He takes the work sheet and says to me Mr. S you're starting to  piss me off as he tears the worksheet in half.  I'm prepared for this defensive tactic as I have multiple   copies of the worksheet so I hand him another one.  Twice more the worksheet is torn in half and he   states to me that he is going to stab me and punch me.  So I say to him you go ahead and punch me.    When you get so tired of punching me that you can no longer punch me you are still going to have to  
do this worksheet.

As I said in the beginning I'm in a grade school.  We have scholars fromkindergarten through sixth grade.  So you know Kirby is in one of the lower grades.  I lost this battle but I guarantee you this the  war is not over.  More on Kirby later.