I didn't do it on purpose, honest!
It was supposed to be an easy half-day afternoon assignment
in a 1st grade class.
The teacher had several math related worksheets
they were supposed to complete involving counting coins to equal a certain
value. The only materials required were red and green crayons to color the
correct coins. Most of the kids were busy starting the assignment when I heard
a disturbance on the other side of the room.
"He ripped my paper!!"
It seems that one boy could not find the right worksheet on
his desk and decided to take one from someone else's desk. Of course, that
resulted in a tugging match between the worksheet owner and the thief.
I gave the little girl an extra worksheet and escorted
"little thief" back to his desk where I pointed out that peeking out
from under three papers on his desk was the worksheet he couldn't find.
A bit later it was: "He took my red!!"
It seems that "LT" couldn't find his crayons, so
he was "borrowing" crayons without asking from inattentive
classmates. Returning the crayons to the rightful owners, I escorted "LT"
back to his desk and asked where his crayons
were.
LT: I lost them
Me: Did you look
in your desk?
LT: I looked,
they aren't in there.
I see that his desk it totally jammed with books, papers
bits of pencils, toys and junk.
Me: Maybe they
are way in the back under all that stuff in your desk
LT: I looked, they aren't in there. (a bit louder than I cared for)
Me: Let's check
again. Let's take everything out and put it on top of your desk to check.
LT: I did and they aren't in there!
Me: Let's do it
again.
LT is reluctant but since I not moving away, he doesn't have
a choice. Out comes all his hard books, all his soft cover practice books, some
small stuffed animals and...a large box of 48 crayons.
Me: Well, it looks like we found your crayons. Now you can start the coins worksheet.
LT: I don't have red.
Me: Open the box
and let's check, ok?
He opens the box and it contains at least three different
shades of red crayons.
Me: Pick one of
those and use it
LT: (In a loud
whiney voice) IT'S NOT RED!!
At this point, I have pretty much exhausted what patience remained.
I selected one of the reds and one of the greenish colored crayons, and
instructed LT to quit stalling.
"Sit down and get to work. No more delays and no more
taking stuff that isn't yours!"
A bit later while monitoring the rest of the class and
checking every now and then that LT was at least not bothering anyone else, one
little girl approaches to tell me that LT is crying.
I left a note for the
teacher that LT had a hard day today and some tears were shed.
I talked with the teacher a few days later and she told me that it happens a lot with LT.
I talked with the teacher a few days later and she told me that it happens a lot with LT.
