A day of unrest and unofficial social work. K., a sweet child, lives with a friend of her mother this week. Today I find out that her mom is in jail and grandma coincidentally left town this past weekend. D. comes to school with oozey scabs. Ringworm? A. needs to call his mom because he is afraid to spend the weekend with his dad for his biweekly visitation. There are too many things on these babies' minds. I feel like we're just trying to keep it together.