Excuse Me, Have You Met Your Child?

I've had Tom as a student for about 3 months now. He is now my student because he has been passed around to just about every other teacher until they tire of him and pass him off in shifts. I had heard stories about him for about 6 months before actually having him in the same classroom with me. "It's kinda like working with a special needs child isn't it?" remarked Nick after a week or two. It's exactly like working with a special needs child to which I am rather accustomed to having done it for 2 years.....Except then I was responsible for one kid and just had to make sure he got to the bathroom and didn't run in front of oncoming traffic. Tom is one of 6 kids who I am supposed to conduct a class with giving tests and homework.
I suppose every child is wired for two instinctive actions: picking their nose and pressing every button they spot. That's Tom, but only he posses these traits with the vigor of about 10 children combined. Sometimes I catch him lying on the air unit completely horizontally as if it were a cot, with shoes off and arms out like he's going to take flight. He draws on the board with a pen, pencil, or crayon; he plugs random objects into the electrical socket, and despite the watch strapped to his own wrist he repeatedly asks what time it is. When I fail to answer him he comes up beside me, grabs my arm and stares at my own watch counting the seconds aloud and not even blinking. This is all much less worrisome than his desire to dangle things out the window, like his own head. "Tom is out the window," he'll announce. Or he'll ramble out a line of Korean, and make sure to inform me that he is in fact speaking Korean, despite the fact that I've told him not to. He has recently taken to the seemingly painstaking task of double all the letters in his words when he writes. For example, chicken becomes cchhicckkeenn, cheese becomes cchheeeessee and so on and so forth. I was momemtarily pleased with this for the mere fact that he was actually sitting down, but his celebratory jumping up and down like a rabbit or a really competive hopscotcher followed by a victory lap around the table sent that feeling packing.
I'll be teaching and suddenly hear Korean commentary because Tom has turned the television on and is flipping through the channels. He was handed a dose of disappointment when he asked to "borrow the play button" on the remote control and was told no. His greatest pleasure is the copy machine, sure to be defunct because of his little fingers one of these days. He comes into the teachers' lounge before and after every class ready to see the workings of the green or orange button. We told him he couldn't go in there anymore because it was a room for teachers, to which he asked if he could bring the copy machine out into the hallway. And his mother calls wondering why he never has his homework done..........