I got a kid suspended yesterday.

So that's how my Monday went.

To be fair it wasn't TOTALLY my fault. In teaching we talk a lot about students who are "can't's" and students who are "won't's".  This kid is definitely a "can't". He can't sit down, he can't do his work, he can't stop talking, he can't stop singing, he can't stop whistling, he can't stop yelling, he can't function unless every single student has their attention on him.  He gets kicked out of my class more often than he lasts in it because I can't teach with that kind of a distraction going on. Finally yesterday I tried to kick him out (we have a system where disruptive students get sent to sit in another teacher's room) and he got mad for getting kicked out so often and refused to go and said he was going to the office instead (which is hilarious because as if the office is going to be like "You're right man, that was so unfair of your teacher to kick you out. You just march right back there and tell her to straighten up.") and was apparently a punk to them too (surprise, surprise) so he got suspended.

I would be completely lying if I said I wasn't completely excited to teach today without having to deal with him.

Update: In a very strange and awful turn of events the suspended student showed up for school today and since the administration was all gone at meetings the secretary didn't know what to do with him so she sent him to my class for In School Suspension (ISS) all day.  What fresh hell?!

He made this to flick little paper footballs through, which from a STEM perspective is actually pretty impressive, but from a do-your-math perspective is not so great.

We survived, but by the time 6th hour came around both of us were sick of each other.  Mein leben.