Sent via email... My first year teaching I had a fourth grade student who was a nut to say the least. A month into school she got a bloody nose. I asked if she could handle it in the restroom or if she needed to go to the nurse. She told me she could handle it and went to clean up. 30 minutes later I sent another student to check on her. The other student came back in a panic telling me there was blood everywhere. Turns out this angel used her blood to write Bloody Mary on the mirror to scare other kids. Afterwards she sat down and just let her blood drip to the point of permanently staining the concrete. Let’s just say the year did not get better after that event.
HEAVEN FORBID I TRY TO CALM A STUDENT DOWN BY TRYING TO HELP THEM HANDLE THEIR EMOTIONS. Two kids got into it in my class, cussing back and forth and I asked them to stop several times and I invited them to GTFO. and then another kid, from what I could tell, not even involved the first thing, starts cussing me out, calling me a bitch when I asked her to stop hyping the situation after it was over. I suggest the title of this post to the student and she lost her SHIT. “Fuck you, you don’t know me” and all the rest of the most unimaginative profanity I have ever heard. She says, “I have anger issues” *insert eye roll here* I have taught this girl for three years. Oh, I know you chick - I know you. and I have even gone to bat for her multiple times and defended her to other staff because she has documented anxiety issues. Not anymore. This is a thankless job.