Yet another late entry. My bad, I get preoccupied with other things sometimes.
Hmm... what to write about today... OH YEAH. Work. Work... *mutters angrily*
Let me tell you about this one kid in fourth period. For the sake of protecting his identity, I won't write his name here, but let's call him... Wustin.
Wustin is what you get when you expose a kid to a combination of bad parenting, sugar-injected breakfast cereals, and a 16-hour long Freakazoid! marathon on Cartoon Network. If Superman were the personification of order, then Wustin would be his Kryptonite. There are nice, obedient kids, there are kids that are loose cannons, and then there's the unguided, unbalanced, Kerbal-Space-Program-esque nuclear warhead that is Wustin.
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| The first result for "Wustin" on Google. It's not him, I just needed a picture for today. (via schott-music.com) |
I hope it doesn't sound like I hate this kid, because I really don't. He just caused me SO MUCH STRESS today. So in the middle of fourth period, I had to take a group of nine kids to a bathroom break, Wustin being included in that group. I follow standard work protocol, I guide the kids to the bathroom, facing them and walking backwards so I can see all of them. Every time we turn a corner, I count the number of kids to make sure I didn't lose any and for the first few corners before the bathrooms, everyone's here.
But the last corner? I'm short one. And guess who it happens to be?
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| Wustin... (via memegenerator.net) |
So I tell the kids to stay put while I head back to see where Wustin could possibly be. I turn the corner where he went missing, I look to my left...
And he's all the way on the other side of the hallway. And he's still running.
I chase after him. And after a good two-minute run, I finally catch him. But only after he tripped on the ground.
I bring him back to the bathroom area (where some of the other kids already went while waiting for me, apparently) and I tell him and whoever else didn't go yet to hurry up and go to the bathroom. Wustin walks in, washes his hands, and exits.
I mean it's not like there was a sink in the classroom or anythin-OH WAIT, THERE TOTALLY IS.
When the rest of the kids are done with their business, I guide them all back to the room. Wustin immediately breaks from my group and TAKES OFF. The other kids, feeling inspired by Wustin's sprinting tendencies, ALSO RUN. It doesn't take long before my nice and orderly line becomes a disorganized mess of sprinting and yelling. I'm trying desperately to run after all the kids (who decided to scatter in different directions) and I manage to catch all of them.
All of them... except Wustin. He's EASILY in Oregon by now and by the time I actually catch up to him, he's standing in front of an open classroom (the engineering class), screaming at the poor innocent kids trying to do their work. I pluck him out of the class, apologize for bothering the students...
AND I LAY DOWN THE GODDAMN LAW. I told him if I ever caught him running around again, I would not only send him to the office, but I would personally make sure to call his parents and tell them about how he's been misbehaving. I let him know that I was very unhappy with his behavior, that I graduated in the top of my class in the Navy Seals, and that if he wanted to keep attending the school, then this will not happen ever again.
I think he got the message because he looked down in shame after I mentioned the Navy Seals part. But damn, that was the first time I've ever had to discipline a kid.
Hopefully, it'll also be the last.
RFotD: The fastest speed ever recorded for a cheetah was 70 miles per hour. The fastest speed ever recorded for a Wustin was 2,239 miles per hour.
SGAT: Worked a bit on a poem that Samantha and I are making.
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| Basically how it went down. (via beautifulafricanwildanimalspets.blogspot.com) |
I bring him back to the bathroom area (where some of the other kids already went while waiting for me, apparently) and I tell him and whoever else didn't go yet to hurry up and go to the bathroom. Wustin walks in, washes his hands, and exits.
I mean it's not like there was a sink in the classroom or anythin-OH WAIT, THERE TOTALLY IS.
When the rest of the kids are done with their business, I guide them all back to the room. Wustin immediately breaks from my group and TAKES OFF. The other kids, feeling inspired by Wustin's sprinting tendencies, ALSO RUN. It doesn't take long before my nice and orderly line becomes a disorganized mess of sprinting and yelling. I'm trying desperately to run after all the kids (who decided to scatter in different directions) and I manage to catch all of them.
All of them... except Wustin. He's EASILY in Oregon by now and by the time I actually catch up to him, he's standing in front of an open classroom (the engineering class), screaming at the poor innocent kids trying to do their work. I pluck him out of the class, apologize for bothering the students...
AND I LAY DOWN THE GODDAMN LAW. I told him if I ever caught him running around again, I would not only send him to the office, but I would personally make sure to call his parents and tell them about how he's been misbehaving. I let him know that I was very unhappy with his behavior, that I graduated in the top of my class in the Navy Seals, and that if he wanted to keep attending the school, then this will not happen ever again.
I think he got the message because he looked down in shame after I mentioned the Navy Seals part. But damn, that was the first time I've ever had to discipline a kid.
Hopefully, it'll also be the last.
RFotD: The fastest speed ever recorded for a cheetah was 70 miles per hour. The fastest speed ever recorded for a Wustin was 2,239 miles per hour.
SGAT: Worked a bit on a poem that Samantha and I are making.
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