Poetic justice and a few heavy hearts this morning. I tell ya, middle school is many things, but "boring" isn't one of them.
Before school on campus this morning, a well-loved colleague noticed a boy launching an aerosol can into the air, an impressive use of physics' principles of pressure and force. She strolled over to stop the ersatz rocket antics. "Boys will be boys," she thought.
When she picked up the spent can, though, her heart sank. The can's label had been whited out and on it was scrawled "Jew Repellant."
Imagine the walk to the office. Imagine the kid looking for a loophole, saying he didn't know what "repellant" was. Imagine the kid blaming "South Park" for the idea. Imagine the kid's horror upon learning that my colleague is Jewish. Imagine his tears--real sobs--his apologies, his "I didn't mean to hurt you." Imagine her letting him know she forgives him. Imagine the kid's dread of the call to his parents. Imagine the kid's shock when the police come to the school because yes, this is a reportable hate crime.
You know what I have trouble imagining? What to say to him when he returns to school.