Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tales from a Mean Teacher
One of my students managed to get his arm stuck in a stairwell railing the other day.
How that happened boggles the mind, so I don't think about how it happened.
I just know that it did.
Normally, I would have pitied the poor kid. But I couldn't with this one. This is my lets-see-how-far-we-can-test-Ms.-Attitude's-patience and lets-see-how-loud-she-can-yell-when-I-do-things-I'm-not-supposed-to-do-kid.
I didn't laugh in his face. Although others did. But I couldn't help but put on a smirk when I realized which kid of mine was stuck there.
He wouldn't let me help me out, refused to let me touch him, and demanded that the fire department be called.
Can you say drama queen?
It wasn't as serious as he made it seem. I'm sure he would've got out sooner if he just allowed us to talk him through it instead of blubbering like a big baby.
I'm not mean, I just have zero tolerance for students who refuse to follow rules and get themselves in situations like this.
And you know why I think it happened? Because he was running up the stairs, rushing to get to gym class. Gym class that really wasnt going to leave without him.
And yet, even after that painful ten minutes of standing there, stuck to a stairwell railing, crying uncontrollably, he still continues to run up (and down) the stairs.
I hope he gets stuck again.