Teaching her a lesson

sure everything was OK. I assured him it was, and with Taylor out of our hair, the other students and I salvaged what we could from the final minutes of class. Thankfully, it was my final instructio

duties. I needed to take a few deep breaths and relax before I could get back to the endless pile of grading, the parent contac

down in my chair wh

," she demanded as the doo

em to keep her, but there was plainly no way she could have made it down there, received her con

ou can't punish me when you'

ake it to

it to

had my fill of her attempted bullying. "No. For crying out loud, youthrewit, Taylor. You hit Jesse i

e to throw me. I was never sure how conscious of that tactic she was, but as self-consciou

ve. "No. Go to the office. I'll

til you give it to me. You

u're late for seventh peri

closer. Perilously close.

air was forced further and further back just to keep her from actually making contact with those things. Her chapstick remained clenched firmly in my fist. With no other apparent recourse, I grabb

ics on this were terrible. My profound gift of hindsight belatedly pointed out that it would have been better to let her have the stupid thing and then deal with consequences for her antagonism after. Instead, Officer Ba

re both breathing heavily. I probably looked afraid to have been caught with a student in that position, even if it was clearly not anything intimate, but really, I was hoping neither of them n

edirecting Taylor's anger and bringing her back to the point of making comprehensible statements. Recognizing that asking her to

rty back or what? That's illegal, right?" t

et. And yes, you'll get it back.

e, and didn't press the matter further. That was good. It'd get her off my back, and I wouldn't have to reward her in the here and now. Not li

cher like that, right? We've talked about this. You hav