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Every school has "that kid."
The teachers wait for the class roster to come out, hoping the computer gives "that kid" to someone else. Middle grade teachers watch the younger classes zealously, hoping the behaviors of "that kid" can be corrected by the lower grade teachers before that kid reaches their class.
Maybe that kid will move? A girl can dream, anyway...
Janet was shocked the first time she met Woody. She was guiding a kindergarten class down to the gymnasium, trying to keep all her ducklings in a reasonably straight, reasonably quiet line. Walking in line is one of the very hardest things for new kindergartners to learn, as there are very rarely any times when any family grouping walks single file. There are times in almost every home where young kids are expected to sit down and be quiet, times children are reminded to pay attention, times the rules are explained -- again and again, to be honest. The one "school thing" that is almost never taught at home is how to walk in a single file line.
The class that was returning from the gym passed by her group, with one boy bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. He was careening across the hallway, not just on the right side of the hallway where his class was walking, but bouncing all the way across the hallway from wall to wall.
He bumped into one of the little girls in Janet's group, and she accidentally stepped on his foot. Woody drew back his fist like a prizefighter, and slugged the little girl. She collapsed into a sobbing heap. Janet rushed over to comfort her.
Several adults had witnessed this action. All were stunned.
Finally, his teacher spoke. "Woody, why did you do that?"
Woody put his hands on his hips. He was defiant, not at all apologetic. "My dad told me when somebody does something bad to you, you gotta hurt them worser!"
"Woody, you ran into her. She did not do anything to you," his teacher explained.
"She did too!" Woody yelled, "She stepped on my foot!"
Every school has "that kid."
The teachers wait for the class roster to come out, hoping the computer gives "that kid" to someone else. Middle grade teachers watch the younger classes zealously, hoping the behaviors of "that kid" can be corrected by the lower grade teachers before that kid reaches their class.
Maybe that kid will move? A girl can dream, anyway...
Janet was shocked the first time she met Woody. She was guiding a kindergarten class down to the gymnasium, trying to keep all her ducklings in a reasonably straight, reasonably quiet line. Walking in line is one of the very hardest things for new kindergartners to learn, as there are very rarely any times when any family grouping walks single file. There are times in almost every home where young kids are expected to sit down and be quiet, times children are reminded to pay attention, times the rules are explained -- again and again, to be honest. The one "school thing" that is almost never taught at home is how to walk in a single file line.
The class that was returning from the gym passed by her group, with one boy bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. He was careening across the hallway, not just on the right side of the hallway where his class was walking, but bouncing all the way across the hallway from wall to wall.
He bumped into one of the little girls in Janet's group, and she accidentally stepped on his foot. Woody drew back his fist like a prizefighter, and slugged the little girl. She collapsed into a sobbing heap. Janet rushed over to comfort her.
Several adults had witnessed this action. All were stunned.
Finally, his teacher spoke. "Woody, why did you do that?"
Woody put his hands on his hips. He was defiant, not at all apologetic. "My dad told me when somebody does something bad to you, you gotta hurt them worser!"
"Woody, you ran into her. She did not do anything to you," his teacher explained.
"She did too!" Woody yelled, "She stepped on my foot!"
