sarcasm

I really shouldn't be as sarcastic as I sometimes end up being at school.

But what, pray tell, do you say when this happens....

A student arrive five minutes late to class. Again.

He walks in. Stands next to a desk for a minute. Looks around. Walks over to the teacher. Passes about 10 students all writing on the same blue paper.

"Hey. Do you know what we're doing?" he asks with that head jerk implying that whatever you say doesn't really matter, anyway.

"Ummm. No. I don't know what we're doing. I'm just the teacher. Why would I know what's going on?"

"Well, whatever," he snorts as he walks away.

"Did you notice that everyone else has the same piece of paper?"

He just stared.

"Well, go get that same piece of paper that you just walked passed twice."

Wow.

He's late EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. He only comes because someone hunts him down in the cafeteria where he goes to first lunch, instead of class, and brings him to my room. He rarely brings his school mandated binder. During class, he sits. He watches. He pretends to be productive-- going so far as to mimic the motion of writing. I have yet to see a piece of paper turned in with his name on it.

Sometimes, the little purple monster of sarcasm rears its mean little head and it feels so good to let it roar!