I thought I would share an anecdote from my first year of teaching, before the blog came into my life. There was this one quirky, punk-rock kid, who always brought his guitar to school to jam a little for the ladies before class started. But he wasn't one of those hard-core, bad-ass kids. Imagine Paul from the Wonder Years with some black eye-liner and a wrist cuff. So he is playing his guitar in the student lounge, I call the students to their seats, and amid the hustle and bustle, someone bumps into him while he is playing the guitar. Then we hear this:
"Sorry, Dude."
"Don't apologize to me; apologize to the guitar."
*students and teachers giggle. The other student walks away*
We all assume he is joking until I look over and he is seething. Then he yells across the room, "APOLOGIZE TO THE GUITAR!!! NO ONE DISRESPECTS THE GUITAR!!!" It was just hilarious!!! I hated to send him to the office while I was laughing so hard, but it had to be done. That was enough to send him and his guitar home for the day.