Educating Jenny

Silent. Wide eye roll. The ever present, 'you are an idiot' look. I just about jumped out of my chair and grabbed his curly blond hair with my claws...ok...fingers. Instead I took a deep breath and began what was to be the ravings that would bring about a sort of miraculous change (you know...the kind of change the principal was looking for in the meeting we were sitting in?). I had never used the f-word in front of a student before...and that really did make Logan's eyes widen. In the end, he was surprised and must have been somewhat affected when I put him a category of nastiness above the kids who had almost hit me, called me the fucking bitch, thrown chairs across the room. His level of 'under-the-table' disrespect had me flustered and I was learning something new from him each day. When I asked him what it was about me or the class that encouraged him to behave the way he does...he just looked at me and simply said...