He Went Down Like a Sack of Potatoes
I teach the first grade and had a boy who would not stop hitting kids with basketballs. He’d run up and pop the ball right at students. This kid seemed like he was trying to knock other children down, and he’d laugh really hard if he saw someone stumble or if they’d fall after they were hit by his basketball.
After talking with his parents, we told them we’d be taking the balls away from him until after spring break to see if his behavior improved. Well, after spring break was over it didn’t take that little jerk even five minutes before he stalked and shot that Spaulding special at this poor little girl, knocking her down.
She cried and pointed at him. As I got up and walked his way, he started to bolt. He ran out of the playground, past the sand pit, and on to the basketball court. He maintained eye contact with me, and before I could take another step, a stray ball from another game bounced off and hit that little jerk square in the face.
He went down like a sack of potatoes. Of course, I ran over to him and made sure he was okay (he’s a troublemaker, but he’s still a child) and called for the nurse since he was out cold. He woke up with me above him and started crying, saying he’d never do it again. He didn’t want to pick up another basketball the rest of the school year.
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