I seemed to rolling along quite nicely in one of my basic math classes. I finished my lesson on the board and was moving from student to student to give individual instruction. I told two young cowboys to settle down and get busy. About two minutes later, they were beside me at another student’s desk.
One was bleeding from his forearm, the other with a face as white as a sheet. ” I told him to stop stabbing me with his pencil or I was going to stab him with my knife.”
As I worked to stop the bleeding from the cut, knife boy continued, ” He did it again and I poked him.” With the knife in my pocket, they accompanied me to the office, still best friends.
Later, my wife looked over the accident report, Your yearly evaluation is going to look real good, except for the stabbing…”