Schools are crazy

I read an article at msn.com about this 6 year old boy being admitted into a psych ward for drawing a bad picture that said "i want to die". First of all, the dad is in a different country serving in the war, and secondly, the mother told the school not to admit her 6 year old son. Being a mother of a 5 1/2 year old let me just say that would be SO scary for someone to take my child away for days, against their will, with strangers.. that just makes me want to cry! The story from the mom is that the child plays video games and that's how he know's how to spell that, and she also states how the kid is already seeing a therapist because he has issues because of his dad not being around, and that she would have the kid seen that day if they didn't take him to the psych-ward. The school says that it was out of the mothers hands and they had already called an ambulance. Someone that commented on the article made a point about how schools don't give bullying a second thought or even call the parents about it, but they will send a  child to a psych-ward without consulting with the parent. I disagree completely with the school on this one. Looking at the schools point of view however, that would be a hard descison to make. What is the point at which someone is in real danger for their life? Was the 6 year old really going to kill himself? Couldn't the schools counselor get in touch with the boys therapist to make sure what the mom says is legit?
I guess I can relate to this story. When I was in 8th grade my best friend and I got into a huge fight, splitting our friendship forever. Does everyone know that girls can be vicious?? What happend was I started hanging out with this guy that we both liked. So ya, that was pretty bad of me. To pay me back she told the whole school that I was a lesbian and she told a teacher that I tried killing myself. Everyone had my back about the whole lesbian thing, that i'm indeed straight. After I heard the rumors, I got called into the counselors office and my mom was sitting in there. I don't know why my mom was on their side, she probably just wanted to make sure I was "OK", but sure enough, they sent me to a pysch-ward. My dad was out of town at the time and didn't find out until that night. I remember there was a lot of weird people in there and I was really uncomfortable. My dad flew back once he heard the news and came to my rescue! Apparently it is very hard to take someone out of a pysch-ward before their time is up, but my dad doesn't settle for no. He got me out early the next morning. And guess what, IM ALIVE!! The rest is history..