We all know someone that everyone thinks is annoying; terribly. This person complains about everything but never contributes; is always in need but never shares; loves the sound of his own voice but never has anything constructive to say; is always late but never wants to wait. Impatient. Mean. Extraordinarily selfish. And worst of all, loud. We know someone, right?
About six years ago that was a girl we now fondly refer to as Ms. Roache. Mind you, her surname is Roache. And just like the roach, most of us, ummm...most people...considered her just that, vermin. No one more so than her second, a big headed, loud mouthed boy (whose name I forget). Many Language classes were spent trying to get them into their corners. The verbal sparring would rival the those of the Gordon House clan; and just as meaningless. He spent almost all his time just telling her to "shut up and mek di teacha teach". It got so bad that I shuddered every time I HAD to go to that class. The other students often offered to throw them out and explain it to the prin just in case he got upset with me. But, being a professional and a proper teacher I battled on.
Then one day; one glorious day that big headed, loud mouthed boy came up with the most ingenious solution to our collective problem. He found a way to get rid of our Roache roach situation. After a particularly lengthy tit for tat he suddenly smiled then calmly told her that he had just the thing to calm her. Of course she was ready for him. Afterall, she was a girl born ready. Yea. Ms. Roache stood and brought the argument to the next level because she know wha she name and har name cyaan change. Big mouth said not another word. He reached for his bag. Opened it. Slowly pulled out a large can of Shelltox roach killer and sprayed her from head to toe.
That stopped her in her tracks. Following the fumigating incident I had one of the best classes I've had in my entire teacher teaching career. Not another peep came from the lips of Ms. Roache. Big head-loud mouth was our new hero.
About six years ago that was a girl we now fondly refer to as Ms. Roache. Mind you, her surname is Roache. And just like the roach, most of us, ummm...most people...considered her just that, vermin. No one more so than her second, a big headed, loud mouthed boy (whose name I forget). Many Language classes were spent trying to get them into their corners. The verbal sparring would rival the those of the Gordon House clan; and just as meaningless. He spent almost all his time just telling her to "shut up and mek di teacha teach". It got so bad that I shuddered every time I HAD to go to that class. The other students often offered to throw them out and explain it to the prin just in case he got upset with me. But, being a professional and a proper teacher I battled on.
Then one day; one glorious day that big headed, loud mouthed boy came up with the most ingenious solution to our collective problem. He found a way to get rid of our Roache roach situation. After a particularly lengthy tit for tat he suddenly smiled then calmly told her that he had just the thing to calm her. Of course she was ready for him. Afterall, she was a girl born ready. Yea. Ms. Roache stood and brought the argument to the next level because she know wha she name and har name cyaan change. Big mouth said not another word. He reached for his bag. Opened it. Slowly pulled out a large can of Shelltox roach killer and sprayed her from head to toe.
That stopped her in her tracks. Following the fumigating incident I had one of the best classes I've had in my entire teacher teaching career. Not another peep came from the lips of Ms. Roache. Big head-loud mouth was our new hero.