Jeremiah

So Jeremiah and his grandmother enter the cubespace and Jeremiah immediately finds the chair closest to the exit and slumps into it, pulling his hoodie over his eyes. His grandmother tells me that she intends to transfer him back into general education but that he has been in home school for the past two years and used to have an IEP. I tell her she should go to one of the student registration centers set up around the city. She of course, is unhappy that she can't register him here, but whatever, its the DOE and it doesn't make any sense. I do mention that she should stop by the 4th floor and ask about having him re-evaluated since he had an IEP when he previously attended school.
About an hour later, Jeremiah and his gmother return, this time Jeremiah very awake and vocal... His grandmother goes to the home schooling desk and begins to fill out paperwork as Jeremiah says, "don't you sign me up for home school! I'm gonna lose another year of my life. I done already lost two years already."

Grandmother tells me that because its going to take a while for the reevaluation, they could either put Jeremiah back into the 9th grade special ed class he was in 2 years ago (which he flipped out over) or put him back into home school while they wait for the reeval). Grandmother opted for the latter, however, Jeremiah opted for no option and is instead throwing a tantrum: a strange, calm, sociopathic-like, sitting slumped in a chair but yelling and threatening grandmother tantrum-thing.


There are probably 15 people in the office today, 3 other families, a security guard that I called, cubebot, and I, Gail (the home school lady) and Jeremiah and his g-mother. Jeremiah says loudly... "I will not go back into special ed with those f****ng retards. I'll f****ng spit on you [grandmother], and my f****ng po [parole officer]. I'll spit on your face. I won't lose another year. Your f****ng kids tore up my notebooks when I was locked up. You let your kids tear up all my f*****ng notebooks. You make me get up in the morning and you say, 'do your work' but there is no work. I won't lose another year!"
Then his grandmother starts to say, "You got a dark demon in you, boy. You got a devilish devil demon in you. I'm gonna pray for you boy."

I can't really handle this so I grab my morning snack and I say, "Hey Jeremiah, you look a little hungry, you want this banana? Really, it's not a problem. I'm not gonna eat it. I don't mind."
Jeremiah, "No! Miss, No! I don't want your f****ng banana!"
Banana fail. But I go sit in between Jeremiah and his grandmother until she finishes filling out the paperwork- signing him up for yet another pointless year of home schooling. No one got spit on. Not even me. Success.
And no one got handcuffed either. Not even me. Major win.