Today we got a phone call saying there had been a bit of an argument that turned into a fight. I have zero faults with the school -- from all accounts, things were handled rapidly and appropriately. (And there is a little girl who is being kept inside tomorrow at lunch, which means she can't swing from the monkey bars. I think that will hurt her more than anything else.) When she came out of school, she didn't even speak, which is so unlike her - usually she comes out talking sixty miles a minute. She knew she was in Trouble.
We made her write apology notes to the teachers and child involved. She wrote rough drafts and then labored over good penmanship final copies, and I really believe she is truly sorry. Hopefully this won't happen again. But I needed to share the notes -- they just are too sweet.
This one was written to the teacher that split them up...
And this one to her friend. (For the record, Celia apparently got a good whack on the arm, so all I can (secretly) say is "Good for LaHannah").
An apology to the principal...
This one, I had to fight to not laugh over. I'll leave the seat change up to the teacher's discretion, but this note she wrote completely unprompted.
I have my doubts that quiet children around her will make her quiet, but if Mrs. Mulutzie wants to try it...well, hey, anything short of crazy glue is OK by me!
Why do I have a suspicion that our "easy" years with her are behind us?
