An angry 6th grader

I just wanted to ask for prayer for a certain 6th grade boy.

I have been working in a 6th grade class for the past several weeks. Last week there was one boy who just started showing a lot of anger. He would write things about hating school and how terrible his life is. I was just so sad for him. This week I came to find out that his parents are going through a divorce. This explains why he is so angry. It is terrible for kids to have to go through this kind of thing.

Today I was wondering around the classroom checking on student's work. I came to him and he only had a few words written for his poem. I had asked the class to write a Cinquain about a family member. For most students this is a simple task. But for this boy it was very difficult. I read what he had on his paper and wanted to cry for him. His poem was about his mom and it consisted of words about her being evil and terrible and other things I cannot remember at the moment. I didn't really know what to say to him, and in a public school I cannot say what I would normally say to someone who is hurting so badly. This is why I am asking for you all to pray for him. He really needs the love of Jesus in his life as well as the love of his family. According to him everyone in his family is terrible.

Please pray for him.

The strangest things happen to me :o/

So I have some friends that think there should be a sitcom made up of some of the oh so interesting things that happen to me. This one is a doozy.

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First of all, once again my car has been causing me troubles. This time it was in the shop for almost 3 (yes I meant to type 3) weeks. It was kind of a nightmare, but I was learning more about trusting the Lord. So I FINALLY get my car back and it technically isn't fixed, but I got it back anyway. (That could be a whole other blog) I was totally excited to have my car back. I got inside and looked around a little bit just happy to sit there for a second. As I was looking around I saw a ziplock bag on the floor. If my memory serves me right, and I'm pretty sure it does, this particular bag once contained goldfish. I had been forgetting to through it away for weeks. (Yes I can be a slob at times) But when I saw the bag this time in my car it was empty. I thought that was kind of funny and I picked it up to get a better look at it. There was definately a hole chewed in it. And it was flithy. I was completely grosed out!! Upon further scrutiny I found several presents of a different sort (note the pictures below). Whatever had been living in my car the weeks I was away from it was kind enough to make his/her presence known.

My dad...oh my dad...was kind enough to say to me when I told him, "I hope it doesn't climb up your pant-leg while you are driving. Oh dad! That was while I was driving too! I was doing just fine until he said that! I have come to the conclusion that the rodent is no longer living in my car. I got it cleaned out so I will surely know if it is still there upon seeing more of the lovely presents on the floor.

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And that is why my friends think parts of my life would make a great sitcom. I'm not sure how I feel about that still.

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Please turn your eyes if you cannot handle such graphic pictures.