front lines

It’s been a hell of a coupla weeks. Shit’s been goin down. Am I still standing? yep. yes. Yes, I am.

It concerns my asperger’s student. He had been doing so well in my class. But a little over a week ago, an internal trigger was sprung. And there was nothing that I or his EA’s could do to prevent his acting out. And the situation became, well, volatile. I won’t say any more than that about the situation itself.

When I played Resident Evil 4, I abandoned the game when it got to the point where you had to protect the president’s daughter as well as defend yourself. I HATE those levels in video games. I don’t mind fighting the bad guys. I love it. I don’t care if I take a hit- that’s part of the game. But being responsible for someone else’s safety in an environment where I don’t make the rules? That’s not recreational for me.

Fortunately, the situation seems to have been resolved, for the moment.

But it’s taken its toll. So I’m prescribing a bit of down time for myself this weekend. Tea, cookies, candles and Firefly.