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Technically, the conditions for failure at school were all of Marcellus.

The dysfunctional family: father in prison sentences with heavy mother who worked late into the night as a waitress in a nightclub, and that took care of him and his younger brother for a short time and with little charisma.
The shelter that was not there where the boy was asleep, it was not clear. Sometimes his aunt, the sister of mother, sometimes by his maternal grandmother, with a young uncle, under house arrest, which kept him company, sometimes at home mom, from which it came and went with the freedom of an adult.
Finally, the frequency school irregularly, at best, Marc went to school three days a week.

All this I have been clear from the first days of school, the boy entering sixth grade. When the mother of Marcellus, with a candor matched only by its clear, disarming inability to sustain the role of mother, once told me the sad litany of its history. Confirmed a few weeks later, the phone call from a social worker with the thankless task of monitoring the situation of Marcellus. "Why, you understand doctor, otherwise the Court will take action ..."

The school situation is difficult: the boy often insulting teachers, threatening or bad companions. So all of a sudden, for no apparent reason. Does not carry books and notebooks. In and out of the classroom according to his fancy. Marcello simply not there. It does not belong to the ordered world of the school.
We strive to give the school supplies. Books, books, colors. The unique technology colleague gave him a folder containing complete in all material, ripping out the hint, swallowed quickly, a smile of astonishment. Why Marcello has a beautiful head, understands everything, it is very good. But, as we say in scuolese does not apply to almost anything.

E there continues to be. The talks intensified with the mother. The lady is on time, meetings required. His imposing physical presence highlights an equally obvious lack of role.

After yet another interview, asked to leave early because Marcello must take to the doctor for a check. Marcello sees, looks with disdain and said "idiot" ... The lady with the look of the animal used to receive shots, tells me that the guy is angry with her because her father is in prison. Because she is now separated from her husband: "Only that I am ashamed to send him a divorce in prison ..."

Meanwhile, day after day, becoming more sharply defined contours of loneliness and desperation of nomad Marcello: his absences are often unknown to her mother, aunt, a social worker. Social worker who gives an ultimatum to the lady or the little boy comes to school and a "homeless" or he will open the doors of a house / family.
mother swearing: it moved, the brothers have even their own room in the new shelter. But Marcello, school continues not to be seen. And when it is a failure. The teachers and the signed record their immense powerlessness in the face of aggression sore boy.
What is promptly rejected. And in September, with an instance of the Juvenile Court, is placed in a home / family and placed in another school, closer to the new structure / shelter.

that remains of Marcellus, a mountain of guilt.

The feeling of not doing enough .. I had to work harder, I had to call more, I should smile more.
Maybe we could all smile more. But he's got put to great not to be loved. He walked with a gait fleece, similar to that of a mischievous little monkey: shoulders hunched, his arms hanging down along her body, small and thin, just eleven years old boy. Just as hard and brittle. With a perpetual grin of defiance.

I have left of him ... A memory that hurts.

And the drawing of a dog. What I got after an interview. With a hint, now hidden by a superior smile.