Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Fox Within

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Nicholas was an unusual student, one that no one could ever forget or want to remember.  Clever, he was a fox and just as devious. Nicholas had a "history" and would create more in his future, of that all were certain.

When he walked by with his mother as she pushed a stroller, Nicholas was normal compared to his mother and brother.
  
Mother was a ragged woman, worn out, face drawn and gray, a face that drooped.  Tattoos laced up and down her bone thin arms, even onto her brown stained fingers.  Little brother looked straight ahead with dim eyes, no sound or smile, with a flat face like a paper plate.


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Nicholas was as canny as a fox, eyes dashing from side to side, up and down, casing sidewalks and trees.  He focused on people and their eyes, and they immediately looked away. Something about his eyes pierced them as his next prey.

School Principal escorted Nicholas to his second grade classroom and handed him off to his teacher. He spoke a few words, almost in a whisper.  They both led Nicholas to his seat, in front row to the far right.  His desk was placed two feet away from students to his left and behind him.

First day, second day passed quietly.  Third day, all hell broke loose.  

It was hard to describe a whirlwind in a classroom where desks flew and students ran to back of classroom.  

Principal came running, scooping Nicholas up in a grip, while the boy screamed maniacally, biting and scratching.  The principal ran with the boy to the nurse's office, phoning his mother and psychiatrist.

Mother had forgotten Nicholas' medications that morning. Psychiatrist raced down to this school and administered meds himself.  What were they?  This, then that, and that, and more of this.  Finally, there was Lithium.

Fourth day, fifth day, weekend.  On the sixth day, Principal walked through second grade classrooms with a fourth grade girl, blonde and clearly shaken.  She gazed around the room and shook her head.  Principal saw Nicholas' seat was empty and caught Teacher's eyes.  She shrugged her shoulders as he nodded, understanding.

He was late, about eight minutes late, and when Nicholas swung open the door, he ran to his seat, hugging his backpack to his chest.  Fox eyes, darting side to side, a gleeful smile cut across his face.

Principal made another round with the girl, who pointed to Nicholas , nodding.  Yes that's him that's him!

Principal sauntered up to Nicholas, "Hey, how are you doing?" Just as casually, Principal opened the backpack and retrieved a steak knife. Replacing knife into backpack, he said, "Let's go talk about this..."

Apparently, Nicholas walked to and from school, following this girl and her friends.  Each day, he hissed, "I'm gonna kill you..." And this one day he ambushed her from his hiding place in a bush.  
Natural born killer
Natural born killer
Straddling over her, he stabbed on one side and then the other of her face with a knife stolen from home. He laughed and howled "I'm gonna kill you..."

Friends ran to her, Nicholas stuffed the knife into his backpack, raced away.  

Cumulative folder and information shared that Nicholas' father was incarcerated in Astascadero Prison for the Violent and Criminally insane, and Mother had just been released from Los Angeles County Jail Division of Mentally Ill.  Nicholas had been diagnosed as bi-polar before he was seven.

What happened to Nicholas the Fox in the years that followed?

I don't know, sure wish I did. It has been 25 years since that time with Nicholas in my classroom.  If I saw him again, I would cross the street and hide.


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  2. Did that really happen? Sad, with a heritage like that, the poor boy probably never got past it and followed in his father's footsteps.
    (Sorry, typo.)

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    1. Sadly, this really did happen, altho I have shortened the time period. After the knife incident, he did not return to the school.

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    1. His life was one gripping sad story.

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  4. Wow, I'd run to the other side of the road rather quickly too.

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  5. Oh, my. I hope he got the help he needed!

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    1. From my school, he was placed in an SED (Severe Emotionally Disturbed) class. After that, I have no idea. I hope that some time along his life, with medication, he evened out.

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  6. Oh my, how scary and sad. I had a little boy in my nursery school who used to try to always hurt others. He would also kick and punch at me as I held him tightly with my arms around him trying to calm him down. When it came time for all the children in the class to make a gift for Mother's Day, he wouldn't. He said that he hated her and wished she was dead. We talked often to the mom about his behavior and finally after that incident, we had to have an emergency meeting. We found out that the mom was a victim of spousal abuse and her husband routinely beat on her in front of the child. As horrible as that is, I always thought there was even more happening that enraged that little four year old child like that. I will never forget him and I pray that someone helped him before it was too late. My gut tells me that his life did not turn out well.

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    1. This is so sad. And bad. And not uncommon. Which makes my heart hurt.

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    2. Poor baby, to have those experiences already at such an early age. Where is he...what happened...So many questions.

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    3. He was blessed to have you in his life, someone who cared and wanted better for him. I hope he finds another few people who intervene and re-direst.

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  7. Oh how awful. For everyone who came in contact with him, and for him. And his whole family. Some days life is cruel.

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    1. Two people who shared the same problems and life style found each other and passed this along to their kids.

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  8. I wonder if you could search for him and find out what happened to him. Seems like he did what he had to do to survive.

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    1. True, but there were some severe chemical imbalance and genetic issues with him. I may try to do a search of some sort now that this event has re-awakened.

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    2. All sources where he might be found are off limits. Still wonder.

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  9. Were you the fourth grader that he traumatized or a second grader in his class ?

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    1. I was the 2nd gr. teacher. Most of the school day, I was within a few feet from his desk.

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    2. So sad, stressful, maddening all at the same time. My daughter had a first grade student like this fox. I volunteered once a week in her class and thought the school should have removed the boy. When he got mad, he was rabid!

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    3. I wonder what happened to him?

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  10. Quite a tale. I have had a number of scary kids pass through my classroom over the years.

    I love foxes, though. To me, they're the prettiest animals in the woods. I realize I would probably feel differently if we raised chickens...

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    1. Foxes are beautiful, and steal chickens, etc. Their cuteness and good looks are not to be trusted.

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    2. Right. But observed from a safe distance in virgin snow, there's nothing like it.

      Your point is well taken.

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    1. That time period was a challenge. It was similar to spinning plates.

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  12. Such a powerful story! I wonder if Nicholas kept up with medication and stabilised, but there doesn't seem to be much hope of that. He's far more likely to end up in prison with his father.

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    1. The records on juvenile homes are sealed, and even the prison population records are unavailable. I will let, leave, and walk away from finding him.

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  13. Crossing the street and hiding seems a good plan.

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  14. One of the scariest stories I've read. Certainly hope it's fiction but know, somewhere, it is not.

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    1. I was the teacher and Nicholas (not his name) was my student. He is in my thoughts a lot.

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