When I was teaching in the classroom I didn’t impose rules. I actually elicited from my students what they would need to help them learn effectively. After reaching a full class consensus, we reduced the list of procedures to 5 or 6. We also determined consequences for failure to comply with what the students and teacher agreed upon. To be expected, every one of my classes had their own tailor made lists of what was important to them.
However I did impose one incredibly harsh rule.
You see, at times young and healthy students tend to become loud and rambunctious. Surprised? Well you shouldn’t be!
To be on the offensive against this scourge, I devised the most strict and merciless rules in my arsenal. When they heard this terrifying rule, they shivered in fright in their boots.
Now that you have an inkling of the severity of this spine tingling rule, I will now proceed to share the rule, in the hope you can withstand it.
When I tell a story, if there dare be any preventable interruptions, I will stop the story in the middle. And, I will NEVER EVER finish the story. They may be in high school or beyond, and they may beg and plead to hear the climax of the story, but I will never tell it, for the rest of their lives.
An adjunct of this rule,was that nobody was allowed to yell at or otherwise embarrass the unfortunate soul who disturbed the story.
This rule was a sure fire way of quieting down a too loud class.
For my all time favorite story, stay tuned for the next post!