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Tuesday – Put Me On Speaker Phone
Nov. 16th, 2010 09:42 pm.
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When my cell phone rang this afternoon at about a quarter past three, I thought maybe the school was calling to confirm how my son would be getting home today. I could tell as soon as I answered that they wanted him picked up. Not that I could understand what was being said or who was saying it to me; my son was screaming pretty loud in the background. I heard the assistant principal trying to outline the series of events and behaviors that led to him being taken to the office, but it was difficult to make what she was saying.
“Can you put me on speaker phone and let me talk to him?” I asked.
“Okay. Hold on. [Sweet Pea], your mom’s on the phone. Can you talk to her?”
The line went silent, like someone had flipped a switch from hysterical to off.
( Quiet After The Storm )
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When my cell phone rang this afternoon at about a quarter past three, I thought maybe the school was calling to confirm how my son would be getting home today. I could tell as soon as I answered that they wanted him picked up. Not that I could understand what was being said or who was saying it to me; my son was screaming pretty loud in the background. I heard the assistant principal trying to outline the series of events and behaviors that led to him being taken to the office, but it was difficult to make what she was saying.
“Can you put me on speaker phone and let me talk to him?” I asked.
“Okay. Hold on. [Sweet Pea], your mom’s on the phone. Can you talk to her?”
The line went silent, like someone had flipped a switch from hysterical to off.
( Quiet After The Storm )
