He stared straight ahead, and put both fingers in his ears. I think he might have put his feet on the table.
I call that problem solving. Conflict resolution. 21st Century skills.
"So, I shaved off all of the hair on my arms and hands, because, well I have hairy hands." Muslimo informed me, while we pulled out our copies of 'Wonder'.
"I cut my finger." she added, showing me a bandaid on her thumb.
I entered one of the classrooms where I teach and shoved my flash drive into the desktop so that I could set up for my lesson. The general ed. teacher tried to calm the class down, get them ready for me.
The boy that moved in halfway through the year began issuing insults to me under his breath, like he always does. Staring at me, trying to stare me down. Just because I'm there. Just because I arrived to teach a class he doesn't like or finds difficult. I've worked with him. Treated him with kindness. Blew off his insults, ignored them. Even when he threatened me, I blew it off, because I wasn't going to give it credence or amplified importance. He's a child.
I found it sadistic, but I have a lot of rich entitled kids that are sadistic. That enjoy trying to make another person feel bad, just because someone is there that they can throw darts at. And it makes them feel good. To pick on a maid, or a teacher. Lord of the Flies. America's Future.
"I'm gonna get a rifle." he muttered, glaring at me.
I'm sorry, but you don't get to threaten me with firearms.
You just don't.
And, it ended there.
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