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TRIGGER WARNING: Contains sensitive material about sexual assault.
While this is a work of fiction, situations like those depicted in this story do occur in classrooms. I believe it is essential for these stories to be told. You can't cure a disease without knowing the symptoms first.
Friday, September 20
Dear Diary,
I
stayed late today to tidy up the classroom (It seems that if I don't sweep the
floors, vacuum the carpet, wash the tables, and wipe down the bathroom it won't
get done.) and get my lesson materials ready for Monday.
Since I was unable to
complete the individual behavior charts yesterday for Devon Wilson, Ramona
Johnson and Christopher Matthews, I did them this afternoon.
Sadly,
I also had to write a pink slip for one of my students. The behavior was much
too serious to leave it undocumented.
So in order to cover all of my bases, I
was left with only one option. The child needs help and a consistent paper
trail is one way to make sure he gets it.
An
incident that I had never conceived of occurred in my classroom this morning.
A
sexual assault.
A sexual assault in kindergarten!
I was completely blindsided by this. The boy who acted out the
harmful behavior was, Tyrone Whiting, one of my better-behaved boys.
Thankfully, Miss Mary was present for the incident, so I had a witness as to
how I handled the situation.
After
a reading of, "No, David!" the children were directed to the tables
to draw a picture of David and write the title as best they could.
During this
time period, Miss Mary was working with a small group of students who needed
support to complete the task.
I was rotating among the tables to offer
assistance as needed. I was in the middle of correcting Christopher Matthews
for eating his crayons, when I heard a commotion at the table behind me.
When I
turned to face the students seated there, Katie Thomas, Tyrone and Cyrus
Jackson were all staring, wide-eyed, at me. I knew immediately that something
was wrong.
"What's
going on?" I asked.
Katie told me Tyrone had touched her inappropriately while Cyrus nodded in
agreement.
Naturally,
everyone in the class stopped what they were doing to look at the trio. My mind started spinning as I tried to process what I had just heard. I knew
that I had to act quickly before I lost control of the situation.
I told the
children to flip their papers over and draw whatever they wanted on the back. I asked Miss
Mary to keep the paper flowing for those who finished their drawings.
After
that, I separated Tyrone and Katie and called down to the office to report what
had happened.
"Mrs.
Conroy will be up in a minute," Ms. Monroe had said.
Mrs.
Conroy is the school counselor.
By
the time Mrs. Conroy entered my classroom, I had taken three separate
statements from Katie, Tyrone and Cyrus about the incident.
Although Tyrone
admitted to touching Katie inappropriately, he said he'd touched her by accident.
In contrast, Katie and Cyrus stated that they both had told Tyrone
to stop what he was doing, and he didn't until Cyrus threatened to tell the
teacher.
When
Mrs. Conroy arrived we spoke briefly about what had taken place. She advised me
to write a pink slip and an intervention form for Tyrone; she would handle the
rest. After that, she left with Katie and Tyrone.
Katie's
father, Mr. Thomas, had a few angry words for me at dismissal. "Where were
you while this was happening? Weren't you paying attention? What kind of a teacher let's this happen?"
Katie
had gone home shortly after the incident with Tyrone, but her father had
returned to pick up his other children.
I explained to Mr. Thomas that, I
wished I had become aware of what was going on with Katie sooner, but I
couldn't see what was happening because it had occurred under the table and was
out of my line of sight.
Mr. Thomas didn't seem too happy with my defense, and
as a parent, I guess I can understand that. However, there are 25 children in
my classroom and I'm dealing with a lot of difficult behaviors.
After I left work at 6:00, I called my
husband and told him what had happened with my students.
To help lift my
spirits, he took me out to dinner. At the restaurant, we sat at the bar, and
although I don't usually drink, I had a few glasses of sangria and got a little
tipsy.
Have you ever dealt with a similar situation?
