“It wasn’t my fault,” I protested as I was sent to the timeout seat because John tripped over and said I tripped him.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I said as I was sent to the timeout seat when Jenny spilt her milk and said I bumped her.
“It wasn’t my fault,” I complained when sent to the timeout seat for speaking even though Michael was the one who spoke.
I give up!
“Look outside, children,” the teacher pointed to a coming storm.
I headed to the timeout seat.
The teacher stopped me, “Where are you going?”
“You blamed me for everything else,” I sighed.
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Lisa Wields Words
February 14, 2012 at 09:45
LOL. Loved this. Poor kid!
Ross Mannell
February 14, 2012 at 21:38
Thanks for the comment.
Through the years of teaching I met a few like the boy in the story. They felt the world was against them. I tried to defend them if I saw they were being treated unfairly. Of cource, in this boy’s case it went much further than reality would normally allow. 🙂
Lorely Forrester
February 14, 2012 at 20:37
I wonder if the comment I left yesterday is in your spam bin?! Lots of blogs don’t like blogger comments! Hope you find it!
Ross Mannell
February 14, 2012 at 22:01
Hi Lorely,
I’ve checked my emails, spam, trash and the comments register for this blog. I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to find your earlier comment. I don;t know what has gone wrong.
annahalford (@anhalf)
February 19, 2012 at 03:12
poor kid- it goes like that sometimes doesn’t it. Really well observed piece.
Ross Mannell
February 19, 2012 at 10:21
Thanks for the comment.
There are sometimes children who feel the world is against them. Whether it’s based on imagination or experience, we need to bring them out and help them feel supported. If the situation in the story were real, there would be much work to be done with the student and teacher. 🙂