I hate when students throw things. I don't care what it is--I hate it. There is always a chance that something is going to go wrong. I prefer they pass it, or wait for the opportune time to stand up and hand it over.
The other day a student threw a pencil across the room. I got mad and emphasized my desire for students never to throw things in my classroom. A student responds with, Yeah, you could poke someone's eye out.
That same student stood up to give a pencil to a classmate across the room. As he went, he was holding the eraser and letting the pencil swing back and forth. He poked himself in the eye.
True story.
The other day a student threw a pencil across the room. I got mad and emphasized my desire for students never to throw things in my classroom. A student responds with, Yeah, you could poke someone's eye out.
That same student stood up to give a pencil to a classmate across the room. As he went, he was holding the eraser and letting the pencil swing back and forth. He poked himself in the eye.
True story.
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