I confiscated a tub of Vaseline from a Year 8 student today. The same kid admitted to throwing a stub of paper at me from the back of the room.
After the end of the lesson, I refused to return the Vaseline to him, whereupon he curtly told me to “drop dead”. When he approached me at lunch and asked me again for his precious tub, I told him that he could have it back if he wrote me a letter of apology. His response - “shut up”.
Sometimes, I wonder why I bother teaching these children.
I know that moaning about it here won’t help in the slightest, but at least it makes me feel a little better by getting it out of my system