The Cleansing of the Classroom
After a leave from teaching this fall, I returned to work, taking up my customary position as the feared dictator of a grade-five classroom. The physical space is tight this year. Twenty-eight students are crammed so close together…when I have an EA helping, she doesn’t even have a place to sit. Yes, my classroom “needs to be at least three times as big.” So, discipline is a must. The first day I was so busy laying down the law and making threats, that I didn’t have time to teach. For as Machiavelli wisely states, “it’s better to be feared than loved.” But on the second day, it was time to get busy. “Silent reading time!” I barked. “And I mean silent !” “Aww! Do we have to?” echoed a chorus of shrill voices akin to being stoned to death with popcorn. “Yes!” “Mr. Millette!” came a challenging voice from the back, “I think I need glasses?” “Why!?!” “Because I can’t see any muscles on you!” Very feared. ...