My rough-and-tumble nature is bleeding over into my teaching. (No pun intended!)
First, I knocked the girl over playing soccer. She had a bloody patch on her leg where the skin was, well, skinned off. I should have taken a picture. But I didn’t want to document the evidence against me.
Second, I played Over the Mountain with my students, causing one student’s jacket to get ripped.
Third, I had my camp students play a game of Assassins. When one student was running from her attacker, she tripped and was unable to attend the last day of camp because of a sprained ankle.
I realize the last two were indirect, but I still felt bad. Hello, it’s me.
And if those didn’t get me fired from any institution in America, the last straw would have been five minutes ago.
A few students hung out with me after camp officially ended, and we called Gabe so they could declare their undying love and devotion for him. We chatted a while and I had them help me decide what to order for lunch.
Then I gave them all a hug goodbye.
I am livin’ on the edge!