OK, before you go all ballistic on me & call Family Services, I guess I need to put this in context. This tale involves a young, immature teacher & teenagers-sometimes a dangerous combo.
Take Mr. X, for example. He's 24. Yes, you mathematical geniuses, that would be only 6 years older than some of his students. He hasn't quite left college-in his mind, anyway. He's stuck between beer pong & research papers.
X hasn't yet learned how to walk that fine line between being a kid's BFF & being his teacher. He often errs on the side of friendliness, bordering on goofiness, bordering on sophomoric sycophant.
Exhibit A, for your analytical pleasure: Mr. X arm wrestles with his students.
Yes, you read that correctly. Mr. X locks hands with his kids and sees who can get the best of whom. In the classroom. For extra credit.
I'd heard about this odd instructional technique about a year ago, when Mr. X was fairly new to Our Humble High School. I shrugged off the murmuring as teenage hyperbole. Nobody arm-wrestles his students for extra credit. Not even a sophomoric sycophant.
Last week, I was proven wrong. A boy wanted a few more points for a recent classroom activity. Mr. X gamely sat down, challenging the lad to a little grappling. The competition commenced. Mr. X looked to be winning. Then there was a thunk, a grimace & a thud, as Mr. X triumphantly pushed his opponent's arm to the desk.
And he broke it. Seriously. Dislocated the boy's shoulder & broke the kid's humerus. That would be the bone that runs from his shoulder to his elbow.
Did I tell you that Mr. X was one of the teachers complaining about my cherubs' recent foray into the naughty & the unknown? The nerve. The temerity. I'd say someone needs to wrassle his sycophantic arse right out of the building.