Knowing how these things often go, and not wanting to jinx my way in to a troublesome student, I made him a name plate for his desk and added him to my class list anyway.
This afternoon Jeremy showed up at my door. I knew it must be him before he crossed the threshold (which took him a good five minutes). He would not make eye contact. He kicked the door stop until it skidded into the bathroom and banged on the piano keys in the hallway. It took me three attempts to get him to say hello and shake my hand. He is a gorgeous kid, handsome and fit, and when he did meet my eyes there was an unmistakeable innocence. His mother spent the better part of the hour describing how they had moved around all summer, the restraining orders on his father and grandparents, the lack of routine, the behavior problems at home, the anxiety, the learning difficulties. All the while Jeremy spun around the room looking for things to touch, move, alter, distract.
So here was Jeremy. My assurance that the year will indeed be interesting and filled with important life lessons. I am coming to believe that there is always, without fail, a Jeremy. Let's just hope I only have one. That would be a first.
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