I’m a nice person…I mean I think I am. I try to be friendly and kind and happy, I’m very careful not to hurt anyone, and if I do, I can’t sleep at night until I’ve made it right. I hyperventilate if people are horrid to me and I run a mile if confrontation is even hinted at. But……sometimes I wish I had the strength to haul myself up to a huge height and breathe fire.
Some students – very few, but there are some – just cause me to rend my garment and wish to God I could pack it in and retire. This week I have been challenged by what can only be called “a force of Nature”. My limit was reached when this afternoon said “force”, stood 5 cms from my face while he barked into his sodding iPhone at his assitant to “get me the teacher I want.” This is after two days of manic and random disruption of the timetable, the other students, the meals and evening schedule (I run an executive Business English residential centre) because, “I pay for this, I make what I want.”
Why had I refused to change his teacher? Because the teacher I had assigned him – get this – “make me work too hard”! What sort of teacher did he want? “I want teacher who understand me and say I can drink Whiskey Mac in class.” I could sense as he ended the call that he was about to push me out of his way. Man, I wish he had…….
Go home, little man, go home.