Being a School Counselor Is Fun

He is out in the hallways wailing like a wailing wall. I do not get involved until asked, so I stand quietly. The teacher comes out and tries to reason with him. I have never met him. He is a preschooler. Technically I am licensed to aid with K-12th. He is outside my jurisdiction. In eighteen minutes, the principal is called to the room. She comes to my door with this child. He comes in and we discuss many things. He is five, and super bright. His vocabulary is astounding. He speaks of outlets, inner tubes, carbohydrates. I am amazed; he is not what I expected. He stays long enough to draw a picture of a pink snake. I tell him I fear it and he giggles like a joyful three-year-old. I ask him not to draw a baboon, telling him it will eat me. He throws back his head and gives me a donkey-bray-laugh. We are having a terrific time when they retrieve him. I am sad to see him go.