Middle school is hell. It's a huge transition. Dumping hundreds of emotionally fragile, hormonally charged eleven to fourteen year olds into a gigantic maze of a building with seven different classes and lockers is asking for trouble. They are trying to figure out who they are while fitting in with everyone else.
Moving is hell. It's heartbreaking to leave your friends, your house, your neighborhood. To leave the comfortably familiar for the great unknown. To start over again.
And yet that is what Einstein has had to endure these last few months. This, in addition to all the other chaos and getting sucker punched by life over the last few years. He is sad and angry and lost. He doesn't trust that we will stay here. He doesn't expect us to keep our jobs. He continually reminds us that he is a pessimist. That it's better to expect nothing,
He's ALWAYS been an excellent student. Since he was a preschooler he was a obsessed with numbers. He's been a math whiz from the start. He works 2-3 levels above grade level. He participates in advanced math competitions. It's always been his favorite subject. And now he hates it.
Ever since his great aunt gave him a trombone he's been hooked, teaching himself how to play and read music. He officially started band last year in fifth grade. For a week or so he struggled, fought me on practice and wanted to quit. It quickly changed and he had dreams of being in marching band. He memorizes music in a minute and teaches himself new songs constantly. Now he wants to quit band.
He has always been a friend to everyone. One of those kids who can move from group to group easily. And yet he says he has no friends here. And he doesn't want to make any. He doesn't see the point-if we're just going to move again.
I don't know how to help him. And it breaks my momma heart to see him hurting like this and be powerless.