Last Tuesday morning, the teacher I team teach with came up to my classroom before school started and told me that she had received an e-mail from the principal saying that she needed to speak the my team teacher first thing in the morning. Something about one of my students and prayer.
“That should be a fun conversation. What is that all about?” I hadn’t heard anything about this.
“I have no idea,” she said.
Naturally, my curiosity was peaked.
She didn’t come back to my room before school started so I decided to question the student. Interestingly enough, the student came to me first thing in the morning.
“I have to go see the principal.”
“Why?” I asked.
“She wants to talk to me.”
“About what?” He didn’t want to talk to me about this.
“My Dad called the school and he said that she was going to talk to me.”
“I think she will call for you when she is ready. She is a very busy person you know.” The student completely avoided the question. This was odd. “So what is she going to talk to you about?”
“A thing that happened in science class.” Finally giving up info.
“What happened in science class?”
The student sighed realizing that I wasn’t going to give up. (Sometimes the kids call me Tenacious D. Well, not really.) “Well we were doing that thing about friction in science class and I said something about us praying and she said that we can’t pray in school.”
“Are you sure that is what she said?”
“Well, I think so.”
“As a matter of fact you can pray in school. You can pray just about anytime that you want to in school. However, a teacher can’t lead anyone in prayer at school.”
“Oh.” Something seemed fishy about this but I let it go.
At my first opportunity, I went to see what the principal had said.
She told me a different story than I had heard earlier. “The student’s father was irate when he called the school. It seems that the student told his Dad that they were somewhere in the school, I really didn’t understand where, and he and some other students were evidently sitting in a circle holding hands and I came in and asked them what they were doing. The student said that they were praying and I supposedly told them that they can’t pray at school. Oddly enough I don’t have any memory of this.”
“That’s not the story that I heard this morning from the student. Sounds like he has changed his tune.” I shared the version of the story that I had heard.
“I didn’t say that then either and that happened months ago!”
“He is a little story teller, AKA a liar.”
Unfortunately I haven’t really had an opportunity to follow up on this story so you will just have to deal with an open-ended story. Sleep tight.
Class dismissed!