The most ridiculous thing that ever happened in my classroom:
There was this 13-year-old kid with behavioral issues. He was a little dude, but he was outlandish. I knew that his dad was affiliated (though he didn't live with him), and his home life was all sorts of messed up. He caused problems in class on the regular, though nothing big that I had to get him suspended for or anything.
One day in class he has some beef with me, I don't even remember what about. I tell him that he's got to watch himself or I'm going to have to start the whole disciplinary procedures.
So the little guy ain't having any of it that day. He stands up on top of his desk in the middle of everyone and starts shouting:
"MY DADDY A HOOVER!! WHAT YOU GOING TO DO? MY DADDY A HOOVER. HOOOVEERS! HOOOOVVVEEERRRRSSSS!!! MY DADDY A HOOVER! HOOOOOVVVVVEEEERSS"
His face was all scrunched up and he was clenching his fists and sort of flexing with the effort while he hollered.
It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I'm like, "Are you really kidding me with this little dude right now?" We had a nice walk to the principal and had to sit him down in there for a while 'till he calmed down. I didn't have any big problems like that with him again. But whenever I hear about Hoovers, I'm thinking of that little punk kid and how audacious that was.
That couldve turned left quick
