Two of my most unpleasant working years were spent teaching high school in Brooklyn, right after I graduated from Columbia. This video reminded me of one day...
One of the boys in the front row was pulling off stuff whenever my back was turned and laughed when I reprimanded him. Not for the first time. I told him that next time it would not be funny. I turned back to the board and he made a fart noise.
All I remember next is that he and I were in the back of the classroom, up against the back wall and he was on the floor, with his hands covering his head and I was standing over him.
Honest to God, I have no memory of how we both got there.
High school teaching. Like living in a Kafka novel. I guess that day, like the guy in the video, I'd just had enough.
Like this teacher!