Another rough day at work.... Actually I should say, a rough week! Our sweet, adorable boy scouts (tongue in cheek) rioted and tried to escape on Wed night. The Swat team went into effect and we had to call for back up from the prison across the street. I showed up on Thursday AM to about twice as many kids locked down as we have lockdown rooms for. My job is to clear them from a mental health perspective, and somehow...With my magic wand, of course, fix them all so that they will be normal, and appropriate. These are not normal kids, and probably never have been! Additionally, I had to work with a kid who was trying to carve his mother's name on his arm. For the most part, no matter what kind of mother these kids have had, they just adore and love their mothers. I kind of like that...And I guess they see me as a kind of substitute mother. Poor kids! Anyhow, I also had to work with a couple of kids who had gotten into a fight (they were unsure exactly why), to help them resolve their issues. And then, had to do intake evals on the 7 kids who were just transferred. We were expecting less. We got 8 medical and mental health charts, 7 kids and 6 transfer summaries. It was somewhat stressful trying to figure it all out, especially when the kids each claimed to be each other!!! Why am I in this field??? My mother was a Special Ed teacher for a good 20 years. My sister was a Special Ed teacher/administrator for 25+ years, and I've been working with troubled kids for about 20 years. It takes its toll! But, you know what??? I really like working with the not normal kids. Guess it's more of a challenge, and also, I guess I feel I can be of best service here.