As I traveled recently I had reason to be grateful I would not be teaching in a few years, let alone in a few days. The cause of my joy was a beautiful little girl. She was beautiful until her mother told her no. Then the screaming began. The foot stomped. Her doll was thrown.
I was blessed. I understood that this little angel would not be in my classroom in a few years screaming, stomping and throwing. I won’t meet her again until I need someone to change my bed pan. I hope she is over the throwing behavior by then.
What a blessing.
homo unius libri
That is a bit frightening to think about.
ReplyDeleteIt was even worse facing it on a daily basis. Then there was the problem of not laughing at the tears being shed by mom.
DeleteGrace and peace.
I believe the term is “brat”. You could also use “prick”, “schmuckina”, and “thot-bopper”.
ReplyDeleteIf I didn't use such terms in class I probably won't use them here, although that doesn't necessarily go for all I say, does it?
DeleteGrace and peace.