Secret Teacher: when a pupil rules your classroom

terrorized in class and the lack of support from the head,

Master Secret

do not know where to head

arrives late to class every morning. Walk through me as I take the story, I just push a little, enough to make my sheet hand to remind me it's there. Calls to parents who need to be here in time to fall into deaf ears. Dad does not want to talk to me anyway, and my mother nodded gently, but it's like the lights are off and nobody's home. You know she stopped listening to teachers for years.

But his son governs my class. It makes me feel scared, and I am an adult woman. I know what makes other students feel because I can see it in his eyes. They do everything he says. It has the power, as if he were born to it.

I tried all the strategies in the book with him. There were a number of specialists in my class watching him and me. "Do not worry. Simply move. Imagine that is not here." It's like trying to ignore an itch on the sole of the foot and can not be reached.

I made a positive management and I tried not to say anything that can be interpreted as bad or scold. I had flashcards for him a special place for him, his own book that you can write in when he is upset. Not even trust them to go to the bathroom alone - when he left, he made a run for it

He reigns over my class and I growl. It exhausts me. The applause of the whole class on the days that you have a cold and stay home.

want to be included, but it is difficult when you try to teach a good class for eight years and there is not one, just one, who is determined to make life hell for all of us . I just want out. I want him to go. Then I could do what I was born to do and teach - I have my class precious to me and just danced for joy. But I can not. I included. I just keep him here.

• His behavior has not gone unnoticed by his head is a regular visitor to the office of the head. But somehow it always performs better for the head, looks at me and says all the right things about supporting me and gives me more training to deal with, but there's a glint in his eyes, as if to say " Well, Miss, you really need to get a grip on behavior management. You need to get a grip of this child. "
Get a grip - get a life instead. He dwells in each of my thoughts awake. It's just tiny, but I feel physically afraid of him, and even if I had trained to know exactly what to do in case of rope groaned a little, I'm afraid of him.

I had with him having to watch like a hawk, ready to pounce on the poor boy next class. He sneaked to them, gives them a pinch here or a kidney chop hard. He befriends all the children who want the best of a fragile heart disease, children with Down. He is friends with them for a while, then turns on them. They are too afraid of him any time to say on this subject.

The day I empty my room throwing chairs around - just went out the side door, while lost inside - the day I thought it would go safely. Without doubt, this time the head would be able to see what a danger. So maybe I could go back to being a teacher more than an empty shell, and tormented by the gray lines and knots in my stomach perpetual.


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