“Adam! I’m done!” And I WAS done. The frustrations and stresses of a long day had built up, and Adam’s profanity had put me over the edge. I could feel my voice rising, my hand trembling, my blood rushing as it turned my face a deep shade of red. I was mad. Piping mad. Every vestige of self control was long gone at this point. My mouth was uncensored and bad thoughts about students came flying out of my mouth at 80 mph. “You are lazy and you are rude! I seriously cannot stand students act like this! You make it so hard for the rest of the class to learn! Learn some respect and don’t you ever say that to a teacher again! Now get out of my class!” (Want to know the rest of the story? Go here.)
