Summer School: Day 7
The students were moving from one task to another, some of them (the ones who desperately need glasses) taking positions at tables close to the board. I was gesticulating to make a point when J-Boy walked in front of me—and my flailing hand whacked the tip of his nose.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. (Not that he would have admitted to being injured—it’s a guy thing.)
“Are you sure?”
“Because I don’t want blood spurting all over the place.”
J-Boy smiled, still rubbing his nose.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, “this is the first time ever in my career as a teacher that I have hit a student—and J-Boy is the lucky guy who got the first hit.”
The students cheered and applauded—even J-Boy—and then we all went back to work.
Sometimes the best way to handle life’s disruptions, disappointments and deadly assaults is with levity—because if you can’t laugh, you’re dead.