Thursday, March 2, 2017
Calling his Mom
Two weeks prior, the last time I had covered this English class at the continuation high school, Jeremiah and I had a bit of a conflict. It's a long story which ends with him on a three-day suspension. So, while I wanted to be respectful of him, I also had to make sure he knew I was in charge.
The previous day, the class completed a first read of excerpts from "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman. On this day, they were to look for textual evidence supporting attributes of the poet expressed in the poem. They were writing out their findings in a bubble map.
Jeremiah chose not to do his work. Also, he chose to sit in the front of the room. So, of course I stood over him and asked what he was getting done.
What he was doing was talking on his phone. Or playing his music too loud. Or accessing various apps on his phone (texting, Instagram, etc.). And he did not like being "singled out".
"Go sit over there," as he pointed to the chair behind the teacher's desk. "That's your seat..."
He did not agree that my job was actually to make sure he was getting something done. I was "picking on him" and he didn't like that one bit.
I walked the room. Then I returned to see he hadn't gotten any further on his assignment. And he wasn't having my nose in his business any longer.
"I'm going to call my mom..."
His phone was already out, so he pulled up his contacts and started the call.
"Oh, she'd better pick up..."
The phone rang and rang, but he got no answer. He hung up.
I'm not sure what he hoped to accomplish. Was his mom going to tell me that I should let her son sit in class and not do his schoolwork?
I managed not to break into laughter in front of the class. Barely. The student called his mom on me! *shakes head*