Today, one of my 15 year-old students said, "I dislike you so much that when I look at you, when I see your face, it makes my ass burn." I wanted nothing more than to respond with, "Do you need some cream for that?" or "Is that a healthy kind of burn?" or perhaps even, "Does it feel kinda like you lit a match and stuck it onto your sphincter?"

But, I didn't. I kept my calm. Then, when all of the students left, I laughed. I laughed a lot. Because really, that's all you can do.

Thankfully, I can still school him in dominoes. That's what really counts in the whole scheme of things.