there once was confusion
I have been growing increasingly puzzled by the tolerance of violence in the classroom.
This observation climaxed with a swift blow to the back of my head today.
The culprit, Homer, one of my sixth graders.
The weapon, a pokemon pencil box.
His reaction, to point and laugh.
My reaction, shell shock.
Anymore would have been a waste of breath, the meaning of my vengeful rant – surely lost in translation. Fortunately, my co-teacher witnessed the attack and came to my rescue.
With one clean flick to the head, Homer got the message.
I have been converted, in the future; I will use the flick method to drive my point home. Miscommunications? Phiiiiish!