He said he was going to start throwing stuff and I just looked at him. And then a giggle escaped. I had to laugh. This boy was trying
so hard to get a rise out of me. But my calm, just-returned-from-Miami self was not having it. Finally I said, "No ________. You will
not throw things." And then I smiled. A reassuring, slightly threatening smile.
Theme of periods seven and eight: You will not manage my class. I will.
Seriously vacation helped.
From a post-it, circa 2011, self-contained class.
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