Dread

I picked up Austin from school yesterday. Mrs. Camp accompanied him out to me. Uh-oh. That never happens. HUGE warning signals were going off in my head.

Mrs. Camp: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Me: Sure. Does Austin need to leave?

Mrs. Camp: No. He knows.

Well the short of it is, Austin went to the principal's office today. That was one experience I was hoping we would never have to have. Jaylin, Chris, Harold and Austin were playing tag where they shouldn't (against the rules from the first day.) They were told twice by the duty teacher to stop and in the end a little girl in their class got hurt (scraped knee.)

Austin was not participating but he was still there.

Jaylin was in his class last year. If anyone is destined to become a thug he would be it. Austin likes him. He likes everyone. But this year I've really been trying to teach him that we can like everyone and be kind but we need to be selective of the friends we choose.

This. is. why.

Austin was scared out of his wits to be in the principals office. Mrs. Camp and I have talked about Jaylin and Chris before and she was hoping that Austin could learn a lesson by being the principal's office to see the consequence of their actions. And HIS actions for being with them.

When talking to Austin about it he continued to tell me over and over. "I told them to stop. But they didn't listen. I was going to leave."

But you didn't leave soon enough my son.

I am praying he learned something in the principal's office and remembering what he has been taught at home. I don't ever want to feel the sinking dread upon hearing, "Austin went to the principal's office today" ever again.