ABSTRACT
When I taught high school there was a student of mine, Roger, who couldn’t concentrate on my oh-so-fabulous haiku poetry lesson because he was scared and hungry. I didn’t see that. I saw a student that was disrupting the lesson I worked all weekend creating. Each time he fidgeted or talked I thought, “Ugh, he SO doesn’t appreciate the hard work that went into this lesson. He is disrupting all the students next to him! I worked WAY too hard on this lesson for this little punk to ruin it. I should just photocopy the questions at the back of the chapter like the rest of the teachers in my department. These kids don’t get ALL the hard work that goes into teaching. I should have been an accountant, like my cousin Mikey.”
