Freaks

I teach freaks. Yes, that is right, this teacher admits it. Hey, no one controls my thoughts. As long as I am respectful, and teach them, my thoughts are my own.

And yes, I teach freaks. There, I said it again.

I have one freak who is trying my patience right now. He is weird, even by freak standards. The other freaks think he is a freak. That should tell you how bad it is.

Some evidenciary proof :

"May I bring a wrench to school?"
"May I have permission to whistle?" (during Writing class)
"I have no morals or values." (as a reason for not finishing his notes)

These are merely a sample of the things I hear each and every day from this young man. Of course I will keep working with him, but I do think, under my breath, each and every time something freaky escapes his lips .... "Freak."

And no, I am not sorry.