Third GradeWhen I was in third grade there was a young boy that repeatedly interrupted the class. He would get in the teachers' faces and was defiant of all authority. It got to the point where we had the principal sitting in the class part of the day and many times the young boy would be sent home with his parents. Finally, his mother began attending classes with us in an attempt to keep the young boy in mainstream classes.
She had been sitting in on classes for a little over a week when something the teacher said to the class made her son mad. He jumped up to get in the teacher's face and when he did his mother grabbed him by the back of his neck like a mama dog carrying her young. She picked him up effortlessly as he tried to punch at her. She put him over her lap, pulled a hairbrush from her purse, and began to punish him for his misbehavior. That was the last time that he ever interrupted the class.
I can still see the utter embarrassment in his eyes and the tears as they streamed down his face. I don't think I will ever forget that day.