Nothing freaks them out. They’ve seen it all. Tantrums. Screaming matches. Full-on meltdowns. Anxiety attacks. Pants-wetting. It’s pretty hard to throw something at them that will be able to shake their mood.
“Kevin’s dad wrote tuition checks and mailed them to me…his English teacher. This was a public school. When I gave it back to Kevin, voided, to give to his dad with a brief note explaining that this is a public school, Kevin got in trouble for trying to spend it at 711 after school.”
If we are doing everything flawlessly, day in and day out, we probably aren’t trying anything new. We probably aren’t growing.
The teacher was trying to condition them. He was trying to get them ready for disappointments far worse than coloring outside of the line.
The best laid (lesson) plans oft go astray.
“A girl came up to my desk and undid the top couple buttons of her blouse and said “Mister CLASSWORK, I’d do anything for a better grade…”
Me in school today.
One could name more than a hundred others who strive to do what’s best for everyone, but the point is that the world needs superheroes so that everybody could have equal share of opportunities and live the life we deserve.
For those of you who don’t know what a furry is (I certainly didn’t before I had them as students), allow me to explain. According to Wikipedia, “Furry Lifestylers” refers to a group of people who have “important emotional/spiritual connections with an animal or animals, real, fictional or symbolic.”
Keeping a student in for recess hurts us as much as it hurts them because that’s the only time we get some peace and quiet.