There is a child in one of my classes who i.want.to.hurt.
he was in my classes all last year/semester, and we came to a mutual dislike early on. i carried preprinted ISS forms with his name on them anywhere i was likely to see him. i started writing him up at least once a week.
and so..this year, i was happy, as he was not in any of my classes, he was even off my caseload, so i wouldnt even have to look at him! ever! i avoided him in the halls, i never let our eyes meet, i was planning to have a homing becon implanted in him so i could never be where he was, even by accident.
and then..last friday, i was asked to take some news kids in my class. we lost a teacher, and they are not being replaced, so we have to do something with these guys. i said, sure, no problem.
HA!
the Fiasco* is back in fine form..i nearly wrote his ass up today, and its his second day in this class! here is an example of why i hate him:
Me: So, if we are talking about time, it takes me 15 minutes to get here in the morning.
Fiasco: 20 minutes!
me: it takes me 15 minutes to get here in the morning.
fiasco: you mean 20
me: no, i mean 15
fiasco: it takes you 20 when you stop for gas
me: it takes me 15 minutes to get here, and i dont stop for gas in the mornings
fiasco: it takes you 20 minutes miss, really!
me: fine, whatever, it takes me 20. now going on with the lesson, if it takes me 20 minutes to get here in the morning, where do you think i live?
fiasco: loveland!
me: nope, loveland is about 30 minutes away, not 15
fiasco:parts of loveland are that close. if your going to 7-eleven..
me: im not, im going home. i dont live in loveland, where do i live?
And ON AND ON AND ON. he argues to argue, and he picks stupid shit to start with! and i know i shouldnt get into a power struggle with him, but he makes me completely and totally homicidal! last year, he tried to tell me that my middle name was Sarah. no, i said. I saw it! he insists.
GAH!! i just want to beat him to death with a shovel! no other child makes me this crazy!
*Fiasco is a result of spell checking his last name in an email to all his teachers last year to not let him out into the school, hall pass or no. i think it is funny, and a pretty damn good description.