Yesterday I covered for a colleague who is currently in the fight of her life, for her life. Problem student decides to be cute. As I do not know many of the names, problem student decides to show me who's boss. Children will not cooperate by telling me names or such. No problem. Hit call box, call for Dean of Students who comes down and escorts problem kid and buddies to office. Class was quiet for an an entire hour.
The next day I was asked to do the same thing. A bottle of perfume had been spilled and with her immune system suppressed from the chemotherapy she had an allergic reaction. Problem kid sat up front and pretended to do his work. All the time giving me the evil eye.
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