I teach a class in my church for 7th-8th grade boys, in one of the kid's home. Tonight was our last night of the year, and so I was trying to keep things a little loose, just have a lil talk about what's next and let them hang out.
Well, the host kid is usually pretty disruptive (I think he might have ADD), but especially so tonight. So I jokingly warned him that in the past I dealt with such problems by letting the other kids give the problem a pink belly. He, jokingly, left the room and came back with a folding knife. I told him to put it down so we could continue.
About ten minutes later, I warned him that he had his second strike when he decided to sit upside down in his chair. He pulled out the knife again and I ignored him, and continued.
The third strike came not long after, when he started making fun of another kid's small size (which, being a support group, is a big no-no). So I decided to give him the pink belly. He picked up the knife again, and I grabbed his leg and warned him that I wasn't joking; he needed to put that away. He did, and then he kicked me in the face, knocking me down (he's an eighth grader, but he's nearly six feet and probably outweighs me by ten or twenty pounds). I got up and avoided another kick, grabbing side control and then his back. I set the hooks in and pulled his chest up, and told the boys it's pink belly time. Somehow, the kid regained the knife, and laughing, before I knew he even had it, he stabbed at my head, pinning my ear (a shallow stab that didn't go all the way through because it hit my head). I warned him that it was now serious while giving a hard gooseneck to his wrist, and he dropped the knife. I picked it up and let him go.
Given the nature of the kid (he's stupid, not volatile) and the nature of his dad (he's not stupid, but he is volatile) I opted not to let it leave the room. I went and took care of my bloodied ear while my assistant took over. Once the first aid was taken care of, I took the kid outside and had a serious talking to. He was shaken up; couldn't believe he had done it, and had thrown the knife away as soon as I left the room. I don't think he's a serious threat to others; he's a jokester that doesn't think things through (I know some of you'll ream me on this, but I thought it was best for this situation). Anyway, I think this was kind of a wake-up call for him.
I came home and worked out on the bag a little. I was kind of shaken after it happened, and now I'm depressed as all get-out. That normal?
Friggin' kid. And friggin' me for letting it get that far.
Well, the host kid is usually pretty disruptive (I think he might have ADD), but especially so tonight. So I jokingly warned him that in the past I dealt with such problems by letting the other kids give the problem a pink belly. He, jokingly, left the room and came back with a folding knife. I told him to put it down so we could continue.
About ten minutes later, I warned him that he had his second strike when he decided to sit upside down in his chair. He pulled out the knife again and I ignored him, and continued.
The third strike came not long after, when he started making fun of another kid's small size (which, being a support group, is a big no-no). So I decided to give him the pink belly. He picked up the knife again, and I grabbed his leg and warned him that I wasn't joking; he needed to put that away. He did, and then he kicked me in the face, knocking me down (he's an eighth grader, but he's nearly six feet and probably outweighs me by ten or twenty pounds). I got up and avoided another kick, grabbing side control and then his back. I set the hooks in and pulled his chest up, and told the boys it's pink belly time. Somehow, the kid regained the knife, and laughing, before I knew he even had it, he stabbed at my head, pinning my ear (a shallow stab that didn't go all the way through because it hit my head). I warned him that it was now serious while giving a hard gooseneck to his wrist, and he dropped the knife. I picked it up and let him go.
Given the nature of the kid (he's stupid, not volatile) and the nature of his dad (he's not stupid, but he is volatile) I opted not to let it leave the room. I went and took care of my bloodied ear while my assistant took over. Once the first aid was taken care of, I took the kid outside and had a serious talking to. He was shaken up; couldn't believe he had done it, and had thrown the knife away as soon as I left the room. I don't think he's a serious threat to others; he's a jokester that doesn't think things through (I know some of you'll ream me on this, but I thought it was best for this situation). Anyway, I think this was kind of a wake-up call for him.
I came home and worked out on the bag a little. I was kind of shaken after it happened, and now I'm depressed as all get-out. That normal?
Friggin' kid. And friggin' me for letting it get that far.
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