Controlling the teacher rage. Barely.
I was mid-sentence when he shuffled in, 11 minutes late. Teaching a morning class for most semesters over the last seven years, I’ve tried to pretend like I’ve made peace with this type of tardy behavior, so I ignored him.
Until a few minutes later, when he sauntered out, door slamming.
I continued the discussion.
Five minutes later, he returned– a banana, yogurt parfait, and orange juice in hand. I stopped lecture to ask “Did you really just leave class to get breakfast?!” After arriving 11 minutes late. For a 50-minute class.
I told the other students to quickly ask questions so I wouldn’t throw my clicker.
I found some solace after posting a snarky snippet on Facebook and realizing at least the experience wasn’t like a friend’s colleague who’s student had Jimmy Johns delivered to the classroom. Can you imagine?
But I’ve stewed all day. Should I have kicked him out? Asked “Where’s mine?” Had a discussion about professionalism right there, taking away from actual class business?
My much funnier Facebook friends offered several suggestions that I will keep in my pocket for next time, but I remain flabbergasted. I try not to take things like this personally–Lord knows as a hangry Italian, I understand the need to eat–but it’s hard not to be bothered by blatant disrespect for the classroom environment.
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