One of my favorite things about being a teacher is having ultimate power. Students are not as afraid of me as they are of other teachers because I don’t have a lot of power over them (no tests or homework, and I can’t call their parents). But I can still instill a decent amount of fear into them… at least, I think.
Today in class, I saw three paper airplanes thrown within 5 seconds of each other. Already teaching on a short fuse, I walked over to the airplanes, ripped them up into tiny pieces, then threw them on the ground. Then I pointed down to them and told the students to pick them up.
Other things I’ve done throughout the year:
- Threw a student’s book out of the third story window;
- Tore up somebody’s homework paper (only in half, so they could tape it back together);
- Grabbed a student’s chair out from under them after they refused to move;
- Had a student fan me because it was too hot in the classroom;
- Eaten food from many students that were eating in class (which they are not supposed to do).