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I DO have moments when I handle things well, though.
One of the students was doing something -- I honestly don't remember what, even though it was only ten hours ago -- to be deliberately oppositional. It wasn't anything important, or relevant, which is why I can't remember what it was. But he was glaring at me, with a sort of defiant "you can't make me" look on his face.
And I made myself look like I was trying not to crack up. I mean, I sort of WAS trying not to crack up, but I played with it.
And he broke first, and cracked up, and, after he laughed, he went ahead and did his work. Somehow, the recognition that I recognized that he was just messing with me, and that I wasn't offended but still wasn't going to let it pass -- that was enough. He KNEW what he was doing, he KNEW it was basically ridiculous, and, as long as I knew it, too, it was all good.
One of the students was doing something -- I honestly don't remember what, even though it was only ten hours ago -- to be deliberately oppositional. It wasn't anything important, or relevant, which is why I can't remember what it was. But he was glaring at me, with a sort of defiant "you can't make me" look on his face.
And I made myself look like I was trying not to crack up. I mean, I sort of WAS trying not to crack up, but I played with it.
And he broke first, and cracked up, and, after he laughed, he went ahead and did his work. Somehow, the recognition that I recognized that he was just messing with me, and that I wasn't offended but still wasn't going to let it pass -- that was enough. He KNEW what he was doing, he KNEW it was basically ridiculous, and, as long as I knew it, too, it was all good.