My little stinker.

Everyone has one, and mine is extra special. I have a stinker in my class. Not a stinker in the sense of smells bad, more a stinker by means of lots of energy, and a mind of his own. Those things aren't bad, sometimes they just need to be tamed.

My special stinker has done so well the past few months. He really has improved. I get to write home every night to his mom about how he has been doing. Today, I had to write in his agenda how he hadn't done the best at paying attention or following directions. He started crying convinced I thought he was a bad kid. I assurred him I didn't think anything of the sort, but there was a little room for improvement for tomorrow. He then decided to go to the bathroom stall with his things and stay for the night. His brother is in another city right now, so he didn't want to go home. He wanted to spend the night at school. Then he began to grunt. He was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't understand. I thought he was constipated, so I stood outside and waited for a while. I occassionally asked if he was ok. He told me he was ok, and this was something he had to do by himself.

After a few minutes of desperation, he decided he couldn't do it anymore and pried the stall door open with his backpack. I wasn't sure what to expect when I looked inside. When I did see him, I couldn't help but laugh. He had gone inside to sit and wait out the night, but he sat down with the toilet seat lid open and had gotten himself stuck in the toilet. He had been struggling to get out the whole time. So, I had to pick his head and legs up and get him out of the toilet. He walked down the hill to his mom with a wet bottom. We hugged, and he said the experience had made him realize he just wanted to go home. Poor guy, all I could do is laugh as he walked off down the hill.