"I Hate Yellow"

This morning I returned to my frequented, quiet, cozy LRC! It was a busier day in the LRC than it normally is, since the aids both left at lunch. (Something to do with the furlough day on Friday? I don't know.) Since they were gone, I had all the afternoon groups by myself. It wasn't a huge number by any extent, but it was more than usual. :)

The most interesting moment was when one boy returned from the office for the last hour of the day. He'd been in to see me during lunch, and had complained of not feeling well. He called his mom, and she wanted him to stay at school. Apparently this has been happening a lot. So I sent him to the office to lie down. When he came back with the secretary he'd been up there for nearly 2 hours! Apparently he'd been there the whole time, and they'd called his mom again and the office gave him a choice of going back to his room, or coming back to the LRC, so he came back to me. He spend about 30 minutes sitting and doing who-knows-what while I worked with a group. Then I tried to help him write a poem that he had due today. Eventually he settled on writing a cinquain and chose the charming topic of how much he hates the color yellow. Oh well, at least he did something. :)