{"id":5343,"date":"2019-01-27T13:22:17","date_gmt":"2019-01-27T19:22:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=5343"},"modified":"2019-01-27T13:22:18","modified_gmt":"2019-01-27T19:22:18","slug":"r","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2019\/01\/27\/r\/","title":{"rendered":"R"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the end of the day on Friday, they called the faculty together. Afterwards, I walked slowly down the hall. Someone was walking next to me, but we were both silent. I was looking at the floor. I don&rsquo;t know who it was. And when I got to my room, I wasn&rsquo;t sure what to do.&nbsp;I stood at my desk for a while. My head was in my hands. I stared blankly at the desktop and then turned on some music.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>School was over. The kids were gone. I turned the speakers up, so that I might swim in the harmony, hoping that this might help, which it did a bit. After a couple songs, someone came into my room, and we spoke briefly.<\/p>\n<p>R was supposed to come back soon. He hadn&rsquo;t been in my classroom for a while, but he was coming back. I was looking forward to it, because he used to sit in the back and make direct eye contact and ask a good question every once in a while and sometimes even smile. Questions are a good thing. Smiles are better. I wanted him back.<\/p>\n<p>But he won&rsquo;t be coming back. Not to my classroom. Not to his friends. Not to his sisters or his mother or father. He won&rsquo;t be coming back. And although the music helped me a bit. I can&rsquo;t imagine how hard it is on them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At the end of the day on Friday, they called the faculty together. Afterwards, I walked slowly down the hall. Someone was walking next to me, but we were both silent. I was looking at the floor. I don&rsquo;t know who it was. And when I got to my room, I wasn&rsquo;t sure what to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5343"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5343"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5343\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5345,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5343\/revisions\/5345"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5343"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5343"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5343"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}