Thread: Abuse! Abuse!

I have met the enemy and he is ME.

Today, one of my 8th graders got on my last nerve. We were cleaning up after a lab. I had instructed everyone to remain in their seat while my four lab assistants helped me pick up.

One particularly obnoxious girl kept getting out of her seat and causing problems. Finally, having reached my limit, I "spritzed" her with my spray bottle that I had to spray table tops.

"My T, stop that. I'm not playing with you." she shrieked.

"I am not playing either," I said, "now stay in your seat."

Moments later she was up again and again, I spritzed her. This time she got really upset.

"You stop and I will stop," I told her.

After class I went down to the cafeteria, where her mother works, and confessed to my crime.

The mother shrugged her shoulders. "You do what you gotta do," she said.

Ah! the spoils of war!!!!