A typical high school Monday--a little bit of everything and conferences to boot!
The morning went well. Kids worked pretty hard on their commercials. Almost all of my alternative school kids showed up. And someone put apple bars in the lounge.
Life was good.
Until after lunch.
Two groups were working in the hall and in the reading/writing center outside of my room. Something that goes on most every day. I was in the classroom when I heard a crash/clank. I went into the hall...
"What?" Surly voice, surly look, defensive posture. This was not good.
I give my best teacher stare, "What is going on?"
"He called me a c&*^%*%$er," the surly one replies (rather calmly, I might add).
"He laughed at our story," an angry young man on crutches answers, "And then he kicked my crutches!
Dealing with 16-year-old boys for quite a few years, I am not surprised by the language, but I am angry about the crutch kicking!
"I'll see you both at 2:15."
That should end it. Meeting with Mrs. Day after school normally ends a confrontation.
The jawing and posturing continue. I don't catch it all because they are mumbling under their breath. All I know is this is escalating at a rate I don't like.
I snap my fingers and point. "With me!" I command, with no room for refusal.
I march them to the office, a place where I hate to dump my problems, but this situation quickly became out of control and I needed to diffuse the situation.
On the bright side, a parent thanked me at conferences last night and said they see a real difference in their child. More confidence, more self-esteem, more enthusiasm for school. And they credit my speech class for a lot of that.
See, Mondays aren't all bad!