My classroom? Or WWE Raw?

I got smacked in the head by a student today.

Yes, that is a true statement.

In other news:

Student #1: "Ms. M you be lookin' FRESH today! Dat curly hair a BEAST an you ROCKIN dem skinnies!"

Student #2: "Yeahh bruh you like dat outfit, aye? I picked it out fo her dis mornin.'"

When I showed them my middle school bowl-cut picture:

"She got dat military fade!!"

Back to the smacking of the head.

Let me just say this: I'm tired of boys trying to act all hard by bowing up on their classmates, then just standing there making threats. Um, you look stupid and you're causing a scene and you're wasting my time. Either stop it, or actually hit someone. I've taken to getting in between them (Because they CERTAINLY aren't hard enough to smack a female teacher. I thought.) and shoving one away until another student or two steps in and helps me get one out the door. So here I am, thinking I'm all trill, and I get smacked in the head.

It wasn't intentional. He was trying to hit the other guy. But he definitely missed, and the rest of the class freaked out on him. "MANNNNN YOU JUST HIT HER!!!! YOU JUST HIT OUR TEACHER!!!" Yes. You just hit your teacher.

I should have milked that one for all it was worth. I should have flung myself on the floor and cried and gotten a month's leave with pay. I should have limped and demanded medical attention. Instead, I called security, rolled my eyes and continued my lecture on natural selection.

Homeboy strolls back through to pick up his stuff on his way to ISS and I tell him to "Get your stuff and get out of here NOW." To which he responds: [nasal white girl high-pitched voice] "Git yer stuff and git outta here NOW!"

Kill.

That definitely sealed the deal, though. I marched that referral right up to the princiPAL's office and explained to her that I had gotten violently assaulted by a student. See ya in 10 days, SUCKER. Good riddance.

Want to know my mom's response to this story? "You got hit in the head? Where?"

"Um...on the side?"

"Oh. Goodness. Could you send me Susan's email so I can pass it along to Mrs. Moore?"

I was hoping for more of an, "OH MY GOSH! ARE YOU OKAY?? I CAN'T BELIEVE THE HORRORS YOU DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS!! HOW DO YOU DO IT!?!?! YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THAT PLACE IMMEDIATELY!! I AM CONCERNED FOR YOUR SAFETY!!"

But my mom's never one for big reactions. And besides getting punched in the skull, today was a pretty good day!