Because I forgot...
I was going to mention this in my earlier post, but I forgot to. I met an eleven year old boy at Joshua's new school today. I cannot remember him ever telling me his name, which is odd considering the situation in which I met him. Here's what happened...
While getting Joshua regestered this morning before school started (I had to skip breakfast at home, so the office lady suggested the school breakfast which is free) I was in the school cafeteria making sure he didn't go hungry this morning. As I sat him down at one of the tables, we were noticed by a student sitting across from us. He took interest in Joshua and asked, "Is this your first day of school?" Joshua didn't say anything but instead nodded yes. The boy responded, "Yeah, my first day in this school was two months ago. I was kinda nervous, well scared, really. I didn't know anybody. I'm eleven now, and being new at a school at eleven is scary." At this point I volunteered that Joshua is five. This boy responded, "Oh, my cousin is six! We have our birthday's two weeks apart, and he just turned six, but because it's so close we have a party together, but I'm still older." He paused to take a bite of his food, which was really just a nibble because it was quickly gone and he continued, "Today is Wednesday, right? Yeah, that means I have library today...oh, wait! Yeah, on Wednesday is the day that I have to go see my psychiatrist. I have issues." He smirked. I just smiled and told him that I think everyone has issues. He said, "I have the off the wall kind, the ones that make me very active. (he nodded, grinned and raised his head a bit higher to demonstrate with body language how big the issues really were) Like, if I don't take my pills I'm very hyper, and when I'm at home and the pills are wearing off, I run back and forth in the hallway between my room and my mom's, (at this point he uses two fingers as feet to demonstrate) my room, my moms, mine, mom's, mine, mom's...back and forth over and over." At this point I'm saved by the first bell which announces the beginning of class and time for me to get Joshua(who has been eating and ignoring the whole exchange) off to the office again to finish registration. I have no idea what that kid's name is, and I don't know who his mother is, but already I feel sorry for her, 'cause he's playing her like a fiddle. Just makes me wonder, why am I so amused by this?
While getting Joshua regestered this morning before school started (I had to skip breakfast at home, so the office lady suggested the school breakfast which is free) I was in the school cafeteria making sure he didn't go hungry this morning. As I sat him down at one of the tables, we were noticed by a student sitting across from us. He took interest in Joshua and asked, "Is this your first day of school?" Joshua didn't say anything but instead nodded yes. The boy responded, "Yeah, my first day in this school was two months ago. I was kinda nervous, well scared, really. I didn't know anybody. I'm eleven now, and being new at a school at eleven is scary." At this point I volunteered that Joshua is five. This boy responded, "Oh, my cousin is six! We have our birthday's two weeks apart, and he just turned six, but because it's so close we have a party together, but I'm still older." He paused to take a bite of his food, which was really just a nibble because it was quickly gone and he continued, "Today is Wednesday, right? Yeah, that means I have library today...oh, wait! Yeah, on Wednesday is the day that I have to go see my psychiatrist. I have issues." He smirked. I just smiled and told him that I think everyone has issues. He said, "I have the off the wall kind, the ones that make me very active. (he nodded, grinned and raised his head a bit higher to demonstrate with body language how big the issues really were) Like, if I don't take my pills I'm very hyper, and when I'm at home and the pills are wearing off, I run back and forth in the hallway between my room and my mom's, (at this point he uses two fingers as feet to demonstrate) my room, my moms, mine, mom's, mine, mom's...back and forth over and over." At this point I'm saved by the first bell which announces the beginning of class and time for me to get Joshua(who has been eating and ignoring the whole exchange) off to the office again to finish registration. I have no idea what that kid's name is, and I don't know who his mother is, but already I feel sorry for her, 'cause he's playing her like a fiddle. Just makes me wonder, why am I so amused by this?