There are few age groups that can take my nerves, roll over them with a garbage truck, put them in a blender, shred them, then set the blender on fire like 7th graders.
I have nothing nice to say about 7th graders, so I won't even describe them.
Today, a 7th grader thought it would be fun to squeak his sneakers against the linoleum floor of the science room. A loud, severely annoying, high-pitched squeak. I couldn't figure out who it was, so I said "STOP."
A few minutes pass. Again, *squeak* *squeak*
Me: Whoever is doing that, knock it off.
THAT WAS IT. I stood up and glared at them. It is the end of the school year. I have spent 9 months dealing with these shenanigans, and I lost it. Every teacher gets to this point. Today, I got to mine. I must have looked like a deranged maniac in a green cardigan.
A dramatically illustrated re-enactment:
Yes. I threatened to take their shoes. Hearing something so absurd cause the real perp to laugh in shock, and I looked right at him and said "I mean it, if I hear so much as one more squeak, I will take your shoes and you can walk around in your socks!" He swallowed and looked at me seriously and said "But what if it happens by accident?"
I WILL TAKE YOUR SHOES!!!!! THIS IS SPARTAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO ready for summer.