Out!

I threw a kid out of class yesterday. He was really asking for it, he had already earned frowns for his team, and then got himself a corner, and then I told him to get out of my classroom.

Whenever I say something like that, I secretly laugh because it just sounds so weird coming out of my mouth. My little brat doesn’t know it’s been, like, ten minutes since I was on the other side of the desk, and he was pretty intimidated. Plus, then his Chinese teacher saw him standing in the hall and yelled at him.

One unexpected side effect is that now when I point at the door in that class, I get dead silence in the classroom.