Tornado A: Mama, can I go to school with you?
Several years ago, when I worked at a charter school, Fridays were only an optional day for students, who could only come during the morning. Friday afternoons were for faculty meetings. And one Friday, I didn’t have anyone to watch Tornado A.
I got permission from my principal. And I brought Tornado A to my school. I brought movies, books, coloring books, toys, snacks, the works.
As luck would have it, I didn’t have any students who needed my help, so I was able to hide in the computer room, grading; while, Tornado A watched movies. He charmed the students. He charmed the teachers. He loved that day. And has been looking for a way to return.
I work at a normal public high school, and Tornado A is a second grader with classes every day. Yet he still asks.
Tornado A: Mama, may I go to school with you?
Me: I’m sorry, baby. You have to go to school. And you would be so bored in my classroom.
Tornado A: I wouldn’t be bored.
Me: I teach the exact same thing 5 times.
Tornado A: I could help!
Me: I’m sure you could. You could teach them how to read a clock.
Tornado A: They don’t know how to do that yet!
Me: Sadly, no. Many of them missed that class.
Tornado A: Mama, may I go to school with you? I can teach them to read a clock.
What have I done?