Someone violated my personal space and took something from me.
They waited until I wasn't looking, came in through the open door, took what they wanted and left.
That someone was someone I know.
That someone is someone I see every day.
That someone was one of my students.
What they took is of little value - a few sharpies, and some red pens. The value of those things equals no more than $20. Yet I feel so icky! I have to look at this student every day and remind myself that they still need to be loved. I have to look past the what and see the who. I have to reach past the action and see a child who needs me to be an adult. Even though all I want to do is cry.
My trust is broken.
This child has changed the dynamic in my classroom for the rest of the year.
No longer can I leave things out in the classroom. I have to lock everything away.
No longer can I trust that they are telling me the truth when I ask them a question.
Sure, I may be being a drama queen here. I might just be over reacting. But even if I am, this shouldn't happen in a class where the kids are well adjusted and come from really good homes.
Or am I asking too much?