Tales from the Bus. Mercy.

Jackson*, a fourth grade student on my bus, has been a bit of a handful lately.  More than a few times in recent weeks I have had to talk to his school principal for various infractions on the bus, from wrestling and punching to using inappropriate language, etc.  He is fairly new to the school having moved into the area about eight weeks ago.

school busToday was a banner day…  As one student exited the bus, he related that Jackson had punched him in the gut.  Another relayed that Jackson had used the ‘s’ word.  I had enough and stopped the bus.

After calling Jackson to the front seat, I moved everyone else back a couple of rows to create a buffer zone and effectively isolate him.  He fell right to sleep.

I drove on, dropping students and pondering what to do.  I really wanted to drop the hammer on him, but my bus is brand spanking new and no camera has been installed yet.  It would be his word against his accusers.  He is my last stop each afternoon so I had time to think.

As I rolled away from my next to last stop a still small Voice said, ‘Encourage him.’

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