The entire school is comprised of students with disciplinary problems. Maybe if someone beat the snot out the kid much earlier in life he wouldn’t be in that school.
(Not that what the coach did was within his authority. It wasn’t.)
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If I has $1,000 for every black+blu mark I got from a coach 60 years ago; id be moderately wealthy!
As my football coach said when I sparinedmy ankle, “Spit on it and unit our! you —–!”
My tender young id was crushed!
for the next 60 years I’ve been afraid of shadows!
Above 2 s statements may not be true.
Having been a Sgt. in the Marine Corps, I was set in my ways, wound up tight and ready to spring.
Although I had a teacher’s certificate, that is exactly why I decided “not” to teach.
There was no way I was going to tolerate high schoolers acting the way I did.
There is a reason I did not choose teaching as a profession. Even at the college level, students can be complete assholes, and teachers are hamstrung by polical correctness.
Student exhibited poor use of his legs. With some proper training he could have thrown his left leg over and had the coach in a choke hold. The student hasn’t been coached properly.
We have a friend who is a teachers’ aide in the Seattle public schools — actually at one of the best elementary schools in an upscale neighborhood (no money issues). The kids she describes as “special needs” are really just personality problems. Of course every one of them is medicated in order “manage” their “issues.” If the average per student cost in our local schools is about $15K, I imagine these behavioral problems are sucking about $25K per student out of the taxpayers, because of all the “experts” who are assigned to each kid from social workers, special training people, additional administrative overhead and the like. And the biggest travesty of all is that they won’t discriminate against them by putting them in their own classroom, but have to “mainstream” them into normal classrooms, thereby disrupting all the other kids and draining the teachers of most of their time. It’s not right. I once asked her why some of the kids were in school at all, since they are not teachable on any subject and the best that can be hoped is that they play nice with other kids. This is not an education problem and shouldn’t be taken on by institutions of public education. Is it mission creep by the unions and schools in order to tap into more public money? Those kids belong in private institutions equipped to actually diagnose their conditions and come up with a real plan for these kids’ futures.
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Coaching was kinda’ like that when I played junior hockey. A stick to the back of the shoulders or ankle when we were grabassing or back sassing got your attention focussed. Both put you on the ice for five minutes.
When another team needed a little lesson in proper etiquette Coach also said: Let’s lay a little lumber on ’em.
Our rink also had chain link fence above the boards, made like a cheese grater on the face when you knew how to work it, then since the fence was all stretched between the posts, a steel fence post finished off the lesson with a little love tap at the end of the run. We knew not to let an opponent get us in position when we were skating at speed along the boards in our barn.
The best coach of all was in high school though. When another team was roughing us up all game and then called some of our guys a racial slurs, coach was pissed – after the game when the other team lined up for a post game handshake, coach said, first we beat them 12 to 1 with bats and balls… now we are going to beat them with our bats. Arm up boys, this is war. We came out of the dugout and they ran for mama and daddy’s car. The Suburban times reported: Fireworks follow the game last night.
teens just make you lose it.
There’s a couple parents that should kiss this guy ass in thanks. I’ve had some good times with these little assholes. Made a few of them shit their pants. Literally.
No audio and we have no idea what transpired prior which prompted this response from the coach. Given that the kid returned with some sass left in him and the coach maintained his cool, I’d say the kid suffered no injury, other than his pride, and still he learned nothing.
This is the result of school admin putting up with disrespectful fowl mouthed violent kids. Its one thing if the parents accept and suffer this behavior, but this bleeds into society and at some point a cop/coach or someone bigger will snap, and with good reason.
You couldn’t pay me enough, in today’s society, to be a teacher or cop.
About a decade ago I was teaching at a K-12 private school. The school was mixed between very bright children who weren’t being served in the public schools and neurotic teens who couldn’t make it in the public schools. I taught Computer Science, Photojournalism, and a couple of AP classes.
But because my office was located adjacent to the library/study hall, I was also tasked with handling many study halls. And because of low staffing, sometimes also while I was teaching.
There was one time in I think 2007 where I high school kid was jumping around all our new cushioned study chairs in the library while I was teaching a class. I popped out of my class for a moment and asked Kyle to stop standing on the chairs. Two minutes later he is doing it again. So again I popped out and asked him to please either sit in a chair or go to the principal.
Well, 15 minutes later he is back at it and I am trying to teach a class next door, but I can see him through the glass.
I marched in and shouted at the top of my lungs, “Kyle, get your mother fucking ass in a seat right now!”
Kyle complained and had other kids said that I had cursed in front of the kids and I was forced to apologize in front of them in order to keep my job. The cursed all the time.
It’s a fucked up world…Kyle, who probably understands this now.
We had a high school history teacher, a Vietnam Vet, who liked to take his leg off and crack it across the desk of anyone who nodded off in his class.