Wendy Portillo Should Be Fired!

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I am just sickened and saddened beyond words after reading this story that Rachael atDNA Diaries posted.

http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2008/may/23/st-lucie-teacher-has-class-vote-whether-5-year-old/

It is beyond my comprehension as to why Wendy Portillo is still being allowed to "educate" children, even after admitting that she had emotionally abused a five year old child who she knew was in the process of being diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. My heart just aches for this little boy.
Alex

Comments

Anonymous said…
She's still allowed to teach? That is truly unbelievable. I guess that's what tenure gets you!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
MrsMenopausal said…
I cannot believe that someone who is in a position to mold, guide, and educate our youth would get away with such cruelty. Forget what the school board's investigation concluded. This child was abused. I'd be speaking to a lawyer and following through so that she, and those that excused her behavior, could never again humiliate and crush the self-esteem of another child. Think of the lesson his classmates learned from this, too. I'd be livid if this were my child or if my child was put into a position to degrade another, like those children in her class were instructed to do. Absolutely disgusting!
Friday, June 06, 2008
Anonymous said…
I've been combing the internet like a mad mom of 2 autistic sweethearts (oh, wait - I guess that's because I am!) and trying to get an update on this case. WAS this nasty woman fired? or any further action taken besides "reassignment"????
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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