Like. All of the toes.
This was the 7th grade 😭
Tomorrow is the last day of school and I fear what horrors await for me. Please share your end of the year stories all I can feel better about whatever that was.
Ok yesterday was awful and genuinely the first time I almost cried in class but that's not the point.
During my third hour of an 8th grade social studies class I've had almost once a week for about 2 months now, the kids were being rambunctious but safe so I was just kind of letting them do whatever after they finished their quiz. Most of the kids broke out the chess boards or the playing cards, but one particular game of UNO later and a boy who was consistently annoying the girl playing next to him, she snapped a bit.
She whipped off her shoe with the speed and grace of a practiced abuela and cocked her arm back to slap him with it. Before I could even speak up to intervene, her friend next to her grabbed her arms and said:
"WAIT NO. You have to do it outside, Ms (my name) says her only rule was don't make her do paperwork"
And the first girl just said oh right I'll do it when we get out of here and they went back to playing after telling the boy to get away from them.
I have never been more proud. And also a little concerned about my supervising techniques. End of the year y'all 🤦