As you've probably realised from my previous posts - I am immensely fond of the pupils that I teach. They make my epic commute bearable through their enthusiasm for my subject and their generally quirky outlooks on life. In a school full of nice kids, D. has always stood out. He's a great boy - keen to do well, but still 'one of the lads'. Earlier today he was in tears because his final performance assessment didn't go perfectly. He's one of several hundred kids that I'm proud to be associated with.
On the way home from school today, maybe 250 metres from the school gate, there was a loud bang and D. was suddenly bleeding profusely from a head wound. His friends (he's only 12 years old) and some adult witnesses called the police and the ambulance. My colleague happened to be passing on her way home. She saw a group of pupils from our school and stopped. Once she had sorted out what was happening, she called me and asked me to tell the Senior Management Team that one of pupils had been involved in what appeared to be a serious incident. As soon as I heard what had happened I went to join them, along with one of the Assistant Heads.
At around 4.30pm D. went by ambulance to the main regional hospital, where someone should be able to determine if he was hit by a bullet. He's lucky that the wound isn't life-threatening - just a glancing blow. Again, I'm proud to be associated with these kids and other great people in the community. A lot of D's blood was on his friends and a person, who lived nearby, invited the boys indoors to clean up. These two young lads then talked clearly and calmly to the police.
At the moment we have to hope that it was just a terrible accident - maybe involving an air rifle or something else that exploded and caught somehow caught the side of D's head. It's too terrible to think that some-one would deliberately OR randomly decide to fire at a child's head, in broad daylight on the penultimate night of term.