When I switched into teaching a regular ed program from special ed, I brought the discipline and classroom management style of a teacher of emotionally distrubed boys with me. My regular ed kids thought this was just a touch over caffeinated. And, because kids understand a lot of stuff, they knew why.
So before long I was stopping kids in the hall who I'd never met before and they knew I was that "crazy special ed teacher." Even the biggest high school can be a small town.
I am fairly crazy, actually. I yell and scream (though not in anger), and frequently feign heart attacks at subject-verb agreement errors.
Really, I only walked across the tables once.
I gotta admit, though, teaching special ed. really showed me how to control a class.
It's a moot point so far, no one has noticed the cup of simulated urine.
Unbelievable.
Good story.
At a previous job (I'm a software developer, not an educator), I had a co-worker who had the odd habit of climbing up on top of the cubicle walls and walking across the tops of the cube walls to reach whoever he wanted to talk to.
No-one ever asked him to stop, but it sure raised some eyebrows ...
Wow. I never knew those walls were so sturdy.
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