We had another m-team at Tommy’s school today. It was one of the most depressing meetings I’ve ever attended. School has been open for three weeks now and Tommy has been doing almost no work. Every day I ask each of the children how their day went, if they have homework or projects and if they have papers to show me. Every night I clean out their backpacks and set their bags, clothes and equipment out for the morning rush. Tommy has been adamant that he gets his work finished at school, that he does great and that they have been doing lots of review. Today I was told that Tommy is failing everything. All of the staff complained about Tommy’s annoying and obnoxious behavior. They came as close to saying “We don’t want him here” as the law would allow. They did ask several times if he wouldn’t be happier going back to middle school. He didn’t do any better there and there is nothing wrong with Tommy’s intelligence that warrants suddenly failing him and having him repeat eighth grade. Tommy has been kicked out of group therapy and church. He has zero friends despite his earnest desire to have just one. I wonder if he would be happier running around with the troubled teens even though he’d always be the patsy for their schemes. At least he’d have someone. Don’t scold me for saying that because it’s not an option. Nobody wants to be his friend. Maybe I would save him heartbreak and frustration if I just let him spend his days and nights reading and playing video games for the rest of his life. It would make him happy and nobody would be “bothered” by his noises, endless chatting about subjects that most people have no interest in and his ignorance of social behaviors. I wouldn’t feel any worse than I do now after answering the Vice Principal’s “He’s going to annoy the wrong kid and get beat up. We can’t always protect him” with “I know he’s going to get punched eventually.” I feel like the worst parent ever.