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Marcail greeted her new student warmly and felt instant pity as she looked at his pale, pinched features. He was polite, but there was a hesitant, almost defiant look in his eye that, strangely enough, made Marcail want to hold him.
Most of the children in class were familiar with Sydney, so Marcail wasted no time in long introductions. The day moved along very smoothly, and Marcail learned in no time at all that Sydney was in line with the others his age, if not ahead of them, scholastically.
Not until the afternoon of Sydneys second day in class did he show any sign of behavior beyond the ideal. Marcail asked him to come forward and take his turn reading aloud, but he told her he didnt feel up to it.
Are you ill? Marcail questioned him.
No, I just dont want to.
Im sorry, Sydney, that you would rather not, but this is not a time when you have a choice. Please come forward and do your reading assignment.
Sydney stared at Marcail without moving from his seat.
Considering this was Marcails first confrontation, she was very calm. You will come up and read, Sydney, as I have instructed, or stay in your seat for the afternoon recess.
With ill-disguised boredom, he shuffled to the front. Marcail listened attentively as he read. He did an excellent job, and she told him as much, but he pouted for some time in his seat.
Marcail sat on the schoolhouse steps during recess, and for the first time had to break up an argument between two boys, one of whom was Sydney. She was almost relieved when it was time to dismiss the children and wondered if the rest of the year was going to be like today.
Marcail went straight home and stayed on her knees for over an hour in prayer for Sydney and the rest of her class. By the next morning she thought she was ready to tackle anything, but when Sydney disappeared during the morning recess, Marcail nearly panicked. One of the other children found him hiding behind the outhouse, and Marcail, not doing anything to hide her anger, made Sydney write sentences on the board until lunch.
Thursday was perfect. Marcail was not lulled into a false sense of security, but it did give her hope that Sydney could behave when he put his mind to the task. It also made the events of Friday all the more painful.
By Friday at lunchtime Marcail had corrected the older boys on more than one occasion about talking out of turn. Sydney had been the worst offender. Marcail hoped that some time outside during lunch would help and that he would come back in ready to work.