Tiny Things, All the Time

[This morning I copied all the posts (as an xml file) from this blog and exported them into my old blog, l'astronave -- https://gugeo.blogspot.com.  I miss having all my history in one place. I turned comments off, there. (But people can gmail me at frescadp.)]

I'll keep writing here, I think, and then reposting... a happy work-around for me.
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"Tiny Things, All the Time"

The sort of things I do at work:

One of the students was sad and upset toward the end of the day yesterday. He had ripped his classwork paper into tiny pieces and was pacing outside the classroom in the hallway.

The teacher asked me to go and stay with the student. I went and asked the student if he’d like to go for a walk around the halls.
He did want to.

We passed the room where the copier is, and I got an idea.
I went in and I got several pieces of printer paper, and I asked him if he would like to rip up some more paper.

One by one, he ripped up five pieces of blank paper. We went back to class, and he was okay, calmer until school bus time.

Then he said, "I need your help again", and held out his arm, bent at the elbow, to link with mine. We walked arm in arm to his bus.

"I'm sad you're sad," I said. "Some days are sad days. I hope your weekend is better."

And I hope your weekend, blog reader, is okay too, or that you have some paper to rip up if it's not.