I've had an odd few days teaching. Over the years, I have
had some bad and/or hard lessons and bad days, some my own fault, some external
forces. Exactly two years ago, teaching the day my father died comes to mind as
one of my hardest days. I've had problem students, even problem parents. I
remember years ago one mother telling me I should hit her kid (who was only
about 5) when he wasn't doing what he was supposed to in the lesson. I declined
to do so, but I did once grab his arm and hold it rather firmly while I scolded
him after he very intentionally punched me in the private parts and laughed. He
didn't repeat that, or punch me at all after that, but I didn't need to hit him
to get my point across. When I left that job he insisted his mother buy me a teddy
bear as a goodbye gift, which I still have on my shelf.
Anyway, I have recently had a problematic student in two of
my classes. My untrained assessment is he has problems with something along the
lines of ADHD. Has had trouble following my lessons at all, even though they
are rather basic and clearly laid out, trouble even staying in the room for the
lesson. Has been repeatedly late or not shown up at all, and left the room
suddenly on several occasions. Slept or played with his phone, didn't buy a textbook
for either class. I talked with him about it at the end of last month, warned
him he needed to change or wouldn't be able to pass the classes. Also offered
to go talk with his advisor with him to be sure he understood. He declined,
said he was fine, would be fine. After that we had a major quiz in one class
and he couldn't answer a single question. The next week (last week) he was
absent from both classes, and I thought he had given up.
This week he showed up, and finally had a textbook. I
honestly didn't really have much patience left for him and wasn't happy to see
him (class goes smoothly when he isn't there, not when he is), and I'm pretty
sure in retrospect that he could tell. We did a review activity to start, which
he had trouble with but which the other guys were helping him with. Then I did
some stuff on the whiteboard, followed by a listening activity. While the
listening was playing I turned my back and started erasing the whiteboard. Next
thing I know, there is a loud crash and as I turn around I see his table is
flipped over, he's violently thrown his pen case towards another student on the
other side of them room (and it has shattered against the wall) and jumped up
and gone after this other kid threateningly. He's accusing him of laughing at
him and saying he should hit him, and as I try to get him to go back and sit
down he starts yelling at me saying I never intended to give him credit for the
class, that he should hit me, etc. In the process of then getting him to the
student affairs office as that seems the fastest way to make the situation safe
(but involves going several floors down and over to another building), we have
more kicked-over furniture, him taking stuff from random people and throwing it
either at me or towards me (not sure of his intent/aim), and then trying to
restrain me from going into the office somewhat physically. Never actually
punched or slapped anyone, but was very threatening and scary and did put his
hand on me repeatedly. I was afraid for both my own safety and that of the
other students.
It took some time (until the next day for me to hear the
results), but the school ended up having his parents come (most 1st and 2nd
year university students are minors under Japanese law and parents are their
legal guardians), and there was agreement that there was a problem and that
they wouldn't let him come to school any more. The school also agreed to change
our classroom (at my request) and let the other students know by phone (not
public notice) just in case he should decide to come back anyway. As I say, it
was the next day before I heard the results, and that evening went home both
traumatized by the event and concerned that they were not going to take him out
of my classes. Spent a couple hours with my wife writing up all my notes on him
into Japanese (I had basically had at least one problem with him every class
that he had been there and had taken to making notes on it after the first
week) as at that point I think I may have to go in and defend my stance that he
should no longer be allowed in my class (as if the violent outburst alone
shouldn't be enough).
Also, my wife was sympathetic on one hand, and saying she'd
support me deciding not to teach there anymore if it came to that. On the other
hand, she was kind of trying to make sense of it and talking about how maybe
this was a way of him crying out for help and that he did it in my class
because he sensed I was someone who would help, that I seemed like that kind of
person. (She is a fan of this long-running TV show in which a high school
teacher helps out his students who have all sorts of problems, but then that is
a teacher who sees a small group of students every day and also has an expected
duty of care compared to someone in my shoes who sees hundreds of students a
week and usually for only 90 or 180 minutes.) So she ends up making me doubt
myself and question if I could/should have handled him differently, been more
sensitive and figured out what was going on with him, and start feeling guilty.
As I write this it strikes me as just like domestic violence victims blaming
themselves...wow!
Next morning I get up and shower, start getting dressed, and
manage to throw out my back putting on my socks. It was sharp, brief pain, but
I re-aggravated it a couple times in getting ready. However, I then was able to
be careful and get through the day without setting it off again. But then
yesterday morning it resurfaced, and much worse, and wasn't sure I was even
going to be able to make it to school. I searched around and eventually found
my back brace, which I haven't used in a couple years even when I have had
issues, strapped that on, and took a couple pills in hopes that would get me
though my morning of teaching. Well, it worked pretty well. The pills worked a
little too well. Before my first period class I started getting a little loopy,
and had to lay down for a bit.