Tuesday Morning
"I wish my daddy never got shot. 'Cuz he can't really do nothing now. He in a wheel chair." - {T}
"Me and {I} we live together. Sometime she be crying all day and all night 'cuz she miss her father. Her father in jail. He been there for a long time, since she was a baby. I miss my daddy, too. My daddy got shot." - {T}
{L} came in this morning hopping around like a grasshopper. He wouldn't stop bouncing. I asked him how his morning was, and he said, "I ran out my medicine!!!" (Sigh). Okay, {L}, you can still have a good day. He promptly placed himself inside of one of the breakfast crates, which can't be more than 1.5 ft by 1.5 ft. He is so, so thin ... and wiry. I picked up the breakfast crate with {student} packed inside of it and delivered him to his homeroom. He sat balled up in the crate for the duration of morning meeting.
