Some of you might remember this post I made about a particularly difficult student of mine back in November: http://www.thefretboard.co.uk/discussion/115808/why-i-do-what-i-do/p1
Well, this is by way of an update, and confirmation of my thoughts at the time on what he needed to get back on the straight and narrow.
That episode wasn't the "fix", in fact, it was just the start. Since October he's moved back and forth between both parents' houses, grandma's and his uncle's. In fact he's moved no less than 6 times, each time because he was kicked out, in some cases violently and literally.
We had a pretty scary falling out after an episode where he brought weed to school in my car, but after several days of hard restorative work, we got past it.
By January, we had a pretty solid relationship. He talked things through with me, confided in me about a number of issues and genuinely trusted me. He let me get him a social worker and asked me to come to meetings with her.
Fast forward to now. He's just finished his GCSE exams, 1:1 with me invigilating, completed them all despite frustrations and kick offs, and done pretty well. He's walked out of nearly all of his exams in the past. His attendance is at 98%, higher than in any year since he was 8, and up 15% on last year. He's let me help him choose and apply (succesfully) to a college for next year, and after working with him on a plan, has taken it upon himself to keep his best mate away from trouble following early release on a tag in April. So far, he's done exactly that, and because of that, I've been given both of them to work with for the rest of the year.
On the one hand, I'm immensely proud (both of him, and, if I'm honest, of the job I've done with him) but on the other hand, why did it take until his final year of school for someone to treat him like an adult and work out how to fix the mess that his parents made?
I'm dreading him leaving at the end of June, but I have to trust that he's ready for adulthood and will continue to make positive decisions.
I'll cross my fingers, but with hope, not trepidation.
Sorry...another one of those days when I needed to explode somewhere, and you guys have always been supportive!