Today it occurred to me that I am a professional bitch. Seriously. I get paid to do it. I spend excessive amounts of time concocting punishments that are bad enough to make my students behave. I delight in making my students miserable, because it means that I've found something I can use to manipulate them into behaving.
Of course, I give lots of rewards, too. And I'm the nicest teacher in the world to the kids who do the right thing. But most of my class just doesn't get it. Whenever our assistant principal sees my class, she starts muttering about how she doesn't like them. And I don't like them either. I guess it's not all their fault, though. When a girl stabs a boy with a scissor and kicks him in the balls and receives no consequences, it sends the message that they can get away with anything.
Of course, I give lots of rewards, too. And I'm the nicest teacher in the world to the kids who do the right thing. But most of my class just doesn't get it. Whenever our assistant principal sees my class, she starts muttering about how she doesn't like them. And I don't like them either. I guess it's not all their fault, though. When a girl stabs a boy with a scissor and kicks him in the balls and receives no consequences, it sends the message that they can get away with anything.
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