Aah. Yup, just another day in a teacher's life.
Am I brutal? Was it uncalled for? You decide.
As usual, Monday is the day that I dread the most. I have four classes, and even a class out of school period.
And my first class is the baddest one.
Since the first day I entered the class, it's been difficult to make them say the 'good morning' greeting properly. They'll just don't give a fuck. Most of the time, I'd make them repeat the greeting till everyone has stood still. Which would take about 873 times.
Then there was this kid, who was completely oblivious to his class monitor's command to stand and do the greeting properly. He wasn't just sitting down, no siree. He layed on the desks as if they were made from Dunlop. Not giving a fuck.
No, that didn't make me toss out his bag yet. As you will read on, I am highly tolerant of jack ass behaviours.
I just asked him to stand up and do the greeting properly with the rest of the class. Nicely. He did it. Then I allowed the whole class to sit. He sat down. I started my lesson.
Two seconds later, half of his body was sprawled on his desk as if he died being shot at his desk. Not giving a fuck on the lesson, I assume. I then asked him a question in which I was discussing with the class. I asked him the meaning of 'occupation'. At 16 years old, he has no idea what it is. I asked him to look up the meaning in the dictionary. A centuries later, he found it. Yet, he gave me the wrong definition. In which he was like, whatever.
Being the nice person that I am, I still find it in my heart to tolerate it.
As I get the class to do their work, I noticed he was sharing a chair with his classmate. So I asked him to sit at his own place. Nicely. He did, reluctantly.
Then, his friend asked for his dictionary.
HE FUCKING THREW THE DICTIONARY AT HIS FRIEND'S FEET.
That hit my boiling point.
Still, nicely, I asked him to pick it up. He refused. He ordered his friend to pick it up instead. In which his dumb friend did.
I grabbed the dictionary from his friend and I threw it back on the floor and asked him to pick it up again.
I threatened to throw his bag away if he still refused. He challenged me to do it, as if he doesn't care.
Ms Amanda 101 - "Don't challenge the teacher."
Guess he didn't know that.
One school bag went flying over across the balcony.
Startled, he collected himself, spitted on the floor and stormed out to get his bag.
He entered the class back even when I said he can't, but I didn't give a fuck anymore 'coz I know I had already broken his pride.
It's only the first day of work and I already have to deal with shit.
Before I left class, I told him to see me, or else his name will straight away land on the principal's table.
He did come and meet me.
With an ego as huge as Jupiter, he had the balls to ask me why I wanted him to see me.
To cut story short, I went on and gave him a mindfuck of a lecture - went all touchy with my feelings, how he made me felt after all the things I did for him; prodding his feelings and psyche - till I won this psychological warfare.
I made him tear up. YESSS! And I let him go after he apologised. No disciplinary action needed to be taken. See I'm that cool.
I'm really getting good at this. Mindfucking, that is.
He was not all this bad actually. He was one of the good ones (naughty but still do their work), till recently, he was behaving like a total ass. He would be deliberately rude to me and pretended not to listen. In which was so transparent that he wanted extra attention. Something must've been up in his broken family.
Anyways. I practiced what I went through as a kid as my mom teaches me few life's lesson. She'd beat the crap out of me with any apparatus that is long and thin till I was all bloody, teary and sore. Then she'd made me understand why she did the things she did. And so I learned my lesson well, and never hated her.
Hence, as brutal as I am with my kids, I always make them understand why I did the things I did. And make peace with them. Even apologising if I had hurt their feelings (a great mindfuck strategy, and of course, after they apologised first).
In the next class with him, he stopped being an ass. He didn't look me in the eye though. Don't know whether it's hatred or shame.
In which I was, like, whatever. I win.