Kids These Days

One of my students isn’t the most attentive. I have to stop him from fight epic hand battles with himself, grand affairs using pencils and erasers as swords and bludgeons.

Looking at him the other day his finger was hilt-deep in his mouth. He then took it out and sniffed. I had to intercede.

“Hey,” I said,” What are you doing?”

He gave me no response, merely dragged his finger across the chair and tabletop of the desk next to him.

“Go wash your hands,” I said, dead-pan.

I turned around to write something on the board. When I turned around I saw he had a new occupation for his hands. I can’t really explain so I’ll let this song explain for me.

I didn’t him let use the class markers after that.