Mouaip ...
Am a stepmother ...
In the worst case ...
I dare to deprive them of their chocolate Easter ...
...
The morning had started well anyway ... They know me, I know. It took me the big board, so their emulation, but it's fine like that. You need to feel at this point we will assist you, well perfect.
Except that this afternoon, it was spoiled. Their ability to meddle in the affairs of others, to persist for nothing, to say "I have done nothing, it's not me it was he who commmencé" when I take them in flagrante Vargas' offense another to resolve their problems and raise the tone to optimize all these options have been used to great speed V. In, in addition, they are all at high speed dual-V: This was a case of a core of two or three square becomes a case when each stubbornly turn away from the main conflict to establish their separate new conflict with two other people who seek to butting heads. If you've already seen cell separation, you can take the image as a reference.
short, imagine the atmosphere when other students decide they will do them the law and the teacher to you. Ye. Not even time to react or see it coming (and it's not because I have not tried, far away).
Though I do the Zen put less in the emulation table, put more effort to mark a return to calm, award less when chialage recommenced with a vengeance (and guess where between " ceusses "who are on their case and" ceusses "who are the first to chime in, shouting ordered others to remain silent? Yep, the last of the" ceusses!), not counting the number of "mixed- your own business "that I could tell, nothing worked.
Finally, I opted I hate the most, but who has a beef to limit damage and prevent it degenerates even more than in the past 30 seconds: they shout louder and drop a WACK! as they say. I de-tes-te. I hate to cry when talking is not strong enough to attract their attention. I have done that on multiple occasions, even if between each time it sometimes happened that the intervention asked to bear fruit. And, I repeat, I hate.
Until the end, I warn them of what happened, what I wanted to finish them by yelling the same instructions because the minute I obtained the silence and calm, they put in motion not to do what I had said, but to go and "find" each other or to dictate to them, to the displeasure of regents who do that more blubbering.
And in the end, evil took them I told them, encouraging them to get a move on, they had to store 2 minutes, two minutes that I spend the leaves and then they would have time if they met all this, receive the chocolates that their teacher had left. They were stored in 2 minutes, they went in silence to receive the sheets, but have benefited from the distribution that they start over again for their autogossage.
That was the last WACK! I launched. It was followed by a thunderous and felt very "laissez-faire chocolates, I had try, you do not deserve. And go get ready to go ...". Disappointment felt, but none dared to contradict me.
I hate those days where it starts to screw up well. Where I must scream. Cursed I am not pro!
And this is the first time in my career I cancel a gift.
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