Friday was field trip day!
If you are a regular reader then you know that field trip day usually involves adventures like this and this.
Amazingly, THIS time it really was adventure free!
So then why write about it, Edna?
Because, and I am being brutally honest here, I am an awful, awful person. I really, truly am yet I am going to offer no apologies for it (and I feel bad about that too.)
Now, before I begin my story, let me tell you that I am not proud of the story I am about to share. I realize that a better person than me would not have allowed this to happen.
So here goes…
I while back, I shared a story about George, the student who got busted for telling his neighbor that I am the smartest teacher in the world.
Well… I am OVER that shame I felt for busting him because that was about the last nice thing that kid ever said about anyone.
He hits.
He throws elbows.
He pinches.
He shoves.
He bullies.
He name-calls.
He back-talks.
And this is not just how he treats kids. Adults are fair game to him too.
He is, in general, kind of a difficult person for others to like.
And when you address these behaviors with him, he folds his arms, furrows his brow and stomps away from you like a toddler in need of a nap.
So, I'm having a hard time warming up to him.
I recognize this shortcoming of mine though; therefore I make extra efforts to reward him for making good choices and being kind to others. He is, after all, just a kid.
But frankly, I know I am just faking it. And since I am faking it, it was inevitable that I eventually would fail him.
As I did.
On the field trip.
Our naturalist at the estuary also happened to be the wrestling coach at a local high school and told the kids to call him Coach.
He was great with the kids, keeping them learning and laughing the entire time, however he soon grew weary of George's constant complaining and off-putting attitude.
At one point, Coach was talking about an ecosystem while looking for a vocabulary card in his backpack. He sort of left his sentence hanging while he dug around in the bag and George sarcastically yelled out, "Aw Geez! Like you're really prepared to teach US!"
I immediately stepped forward to take George aside, but Coach gave me a look that told me he wanted to handle it and said,
"Now George, I know you think you're funny but looks aren't everything."
SLAM!
The entire class snickered and ooooo-ed behind their hands.
George was quiet for the remainder of the trip, silenced by the adult who handed him low blow
and the teacher who did not step up to comfort him.