I confess that one of my clients/students is stalking me...he stopped by my office FOUR TIMES today to ask me about some damn transformer I took from him because he was not supposed to have them at school...he was all up in my face, breathing his ole hot Similac breath on my sweater, asking, "Can you please give me back my transformer?"
I confess I felt bad later on that day when he had a meltdown in one of his classes, and his mom had to be called to pick him up...maybe if I gave him his transformer, he would have been okay
I confess I felt bad later on that day when he had a meltdown in one of his classes, and his mom had to be called to pick him up...maybe if I gave him his transformer, he would have been okay