Today during first period, just as I thought we were learning, an adorable little girl said, “Miss Poteet, your skirt bugs me.” I wish I could illustrate her face as she said it. It was one of those situations that causes me to want to hit someone…and I rarely feel that way.
I wanted to say, “Yeah? Well you bug me.” But then I remembered I’m not stuck in 8th grade anymore. I shouldn’t act like them. I’m the teacher, so I tried to be the adult in the situation and just said in my sweetest sarcastic voice, “That’s okay. You don’t have to like my clothes. Quite frankly, I don’t have to like your clothes, either. But none of that matters right now. You should be working on your questions.”
Hours later, I realize I was just as bratty as she was, but it felt good. It felt so good that I couldn’t stop there. I said to the class (but mainly I was just hoping “cute girl” was listening), “Oh, by the way class, since I’m thinking about it, you should probably stop passing notes to each other because every time you pass one, I take 10 more points from your participation grade. So some of you are failing. Oh well though. You don’t have to like my grading, either.”
RUDE! Who am I? Where did these sassy comments come from? Why am I acting like I’m 14? There’s got to be something psychologically wrong with me…can someone diagnose me, please?