gloves are important
"He's gonna rip my freaking glove!" I was thinking.
Johnny, we'll call him, didn't want to get out of his sleeping bag. After all, it was 20 degrees out and all he was wearing was his long johns. Plus he hadn't moved for 2 days, save to get out of his sleeping bag to pee.
"I'm comfortable" was his only response.
But this kid had already ran from the program twice, and we weren't taking any chances. He was under constant supervision, staff always within 5 feet of him: when he sleeps, when he....well, the job isn't always glamorous.
And at night we take his boots, his wool pants and his winter parka. But Johnny wouldn't have any of it. His pants and parka were at the bottom of his sleeping bag and he didn't want to move to give them to us. We asked him 4 times and then the decision was made: Wiggy dump.
A wiggy is the brand name of the sleeping bag students are given. And dump...well, use your imagination. But Johnny fought. As 2 staff lifted the end of his sleeping bag high in the air, Johnny hung on inside somehow until I started opening the zipper.
"This doesn't have to be a fight" I told him. He grabbed the zipper, fighting for control and losing it, and ended up sitting on a blue tarp in his long johns.
We took his pants and parka from the sleeping bag and gave it back to him.
"I want to do that again. Next time I'm want to break someone's wrist." He said smiling.
Johnny, we'll call him, didn't want to get out of his sleeping bag. After all, it was 20 degrees out and all he was wearing was his long johns. Plus he hadn't moved for 2 days, save to get out of his sleeping bag to pee.
"I'm comfortable" was his only response.
But this kid had already ran from the program twice, and we weren't taking any chances. He was under constant supervision, staff always within 5 feet of him: when he sleeps, when he....well, the job isn't always glamorous.
And at night we take his boots, his wool pants and his winter parka. But Johnny wouldn't have any of it. His pants and parka were at the bottom of his sleeping bag and he didn't want to move to give them to us. We asked him 4 times and then the decision was made: Wiggy dump.
A wiggy is the brand name of the sleeping bag students are given. And dump...well, use your imagination. But Johnny fought. As 2 staff lifted the end of his sleeping bag high in the air, Johnny hung on inside somehow until I started opening the zipper.
"This doesn't have to be a fight" I told him. He grabbed the zipper, fighting for control and losing it, and ended up sitting on a blue tarp in his long johns.
We took his pants and parka from the sleeping bag and gave it back to him.
"I want to do that again. Next time I'm want to break someone's wrist." He said smiling.
