Silent Treatment
I was teaching a class of three middle school boys in South Korea. It was one of my favorite classes, but they could be little pests sometimes. One day they wouldn’t listen or work. They kept speaking Korean—which was not allowed in my class—and one kept throwing eraser bits at my face.
So with 15 minutes left for the class, I gave them the silent treatment. I opened up my schedule book and made random notes. At first, they just started drawing on the board and having fun, but soon, they were scared and tried to get my attention.
When the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and left. The next time I taught them, I walked into class, and they had written “Sorry Teacher” on the whiteboard and were all bowing to me. Story credit: Reddit / Rabiwimps