Last night we had pizza with our son the Special Ed teacher. He was feeling very happy because another teacher had come to work one morning recently after shopping at Walmart at 6 AM on her way to school when the checkout person saw her school badge. She said, "Oh, you must know Mr. Guy!" (that's our son) and the checker went on to tell how her son had been failing in middle school, terrible grades, didn't think he could pass, and Mr. Guy had turned him around by showing him he actually could do school work. He'd improved and graduated from high school and is now in the Army.
So we asked our son how he'd managed that change. He said he'd told the parents they could not let their son not come to school or be late. And they'd said, "But Mr. Guy, we cannot get him out of bed," to which our son said, "I can."
They doubted it but said they'd go along with anything he suggested and as he described the plan, looked somewhat bug-eyed.
So the next morning at some ungodly hour Mr. Guy arrived at their home wearing full camo uniform, ran up to the sleeping boy's room, beat on a trashcan lid and screamed orders Navy Boot Camp style and kept it up til he was dressed at which point he loaded him into his car and drove him to school.
The boy improved after that!
So we asked our son how he'd managed that change. He said he'd told the parents they could not let their son not come to school or be late. And they'd said, "But Mr. Guy, we cannot get him out of bed," to which our son said, "I can."
They doubted it but said they'd go along with anything he suggested and as he described the plan, looked somewhat bug-eyed.
So the next morning at some ungodly hour Mr. Guy arrived at their home wearing full camo uniform, ran up to the sleeping boy's room, beat on a trashcan lid and screamed orders Navy Boot Camp style and kept it up til he was dressed at which point he loaded him into his car and drove him to school.
The boy improved after that!