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精品论文 参考文献 School Glue（学校里的粘合剂） My classroom was a sort of “dump ing ground”at one point in my career. The counselor, Mr.H., had a habit of coming to me with a timid smile and saying,“I have a kid for you who yoursquo;ll just love.”That was code for “I need to put a lsquo;badrsquo;kid in your class whorsquo;s gotten kicked out by another teacher.”I sighed and answered, “Well, alright.”And thus, in walked Josh. Some kids put up a little wall to prevent others from knowing their vulnerabilities. Josh had military-grade body armor. He was a typical, tough-acting,fourteen-year-old boy: smack in the middle of adolescence, something to prove but nothing to prove it with just yet. He didnrsquo;t like school and school didnrsquo;t like him. The mention of Joshrsquo;s name yield-ed growls and steam in three grade levels of middle-school teachers. I got him for four periods during his eighth-grade year. He was in my history class, my study hall, my “student assistant”period, and he sat in my room during another teacherrsquo;s class,with whom he “didnrsquo;t get along.”He worked some, but mostly, he drew lots and lots of pictures. He brought with him frustration from other classes every day and would come in angrily, ignore me,and get out paper. I let him draw, but I frequent ly complained to him that he ought to be doing work for his other teachers. He was difficult, so I just left him alone most of the time. Pretty soon, Josh and I had come to an understanding. He held it together just enough to keep me sane. When he was finished with his work for me he would ask for paper and pencils to draw. I would reluctantly agree, as I knew it was not a battle I needed to pick during my busy day. Other teachers had complained over and over that he drew pictures in their classes, so I was reluctant to en courage him. He left a folder in my classroom with his drawings, but I never looked at it. I made it through the year, just barely, with my Josh—heavy ex