Cussing Involved

%@*! Warning! This post contains language intended for mature audiences only!*~#!$



Totally unrelated aside: I'm off to Austin in the morning to visit my sister, my nephews, and my mom and step-dad, and whoever else along the way~Yay!!



In honor of Spring Break, I thought it was time for another teacher story! I worked with this little guy who I decided must have a demon. There were days as I was (*legally and with permission*) restraining him so he wouldn't hurt himself or others that I would pray over him....anyway, that's beside the point. He would go to the general education classroom, and probably 4 out of 5 days something would happen to set him off and I could tell by the loud cursing and ripping of artwork in the hallway noises he was on his way back to my room. His favorite was "f---ing bitch." We had of course tried all that we could think of to curb this cussing urge. I contacted the previous teacher to see if she had any ideas. So, she says, well....I tried to explain to him that we didn't say those things at school, etc, you know the drill....and I told him that whenever he felt like saying F. B. that he needed to say something else, like "pretty lady." She said that he continued to cuss when he was upset, but was seemingly making an effort. So, about a month later she had taken him to the nurse's office to get his meds and he said, "Smith, she a pretty lady (pointing to the nurse)." To which Mrs. Smith replied, "Yes, Johnny, she is a pretty lady." "No," said Johnny, "She a pretty lady!" Mrs. Smith, not getting it, again says "Yes, she's a pretty lady." So, as they are leaving the nurses office Johnny says "Me not say F. B!"
So for the rest of that school year, my assistant and I took to calling each other pretty ladies.