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Well, another Single Person's Awareness Day in the past.
I was reminded today of a thought in 2003 in which I said that Valentine's Day was a silly holiday and if we loved someone, we should treat every day as Valentine's Day, not just Feb 14. Well, I still feel that way. That said, having a day where I got to buy some flowers and candy and such for my Girlfriend was sort of fun, even if I do realize that this day still makes a lot of single people remember, very prominently, that they are in fact single. I'm pretty sure my downstairs neighbor was drinking some heavy alcohol tonight and listening to Emo music.
That said, I will take a moment to say that I greatly appreciate my Girlfriend. She's been tremendously understanding of my faults and foibles, and she's somehow stuck it out even when I didn't correct a lot of my hardcore bachleorness as quickly as she'd have liked. Still, I like to think I appreciate her every day, and I think so far I've taken the time to show it. I'm happy with how things have gone and I'm happy with how she manages to make me feel special every day of the week, not just today.
Anyway, that's enough about Valentine's Day.
The day overall was pretty eventuful, romance notwithstanding. After a long day of classes I was greeted with one of our students being attacked by another in my next door classroom. I was actually sitting there as the classes exited the building at the end of the day. I was relaxing, glad the day was over, as kids were passing throug my room going toward the exit. I was then shocked when one of our students didn't get very far through my door before someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him violently back into the Science classroom. I of course quickly rose to investigate what had happened, strangely confused about the entire thing. I guess my mind just didn't put two and two together. What I found in the Science room was quite disconcerting. The attacking student had pinned the victim to the ground and was pounding on said victim with both fists. I noticed that the attacker was, quite unfortunately, one of the largest and strongest students at the school. He was in fact the one student I really hoped I'd never have to break up in a fight. Despite the identity of the attacker, I had little choice but to try to intervene. I interjected myself quickly into the altercation and grabbed the attacking student from behind, using my wieght to yank him back and hurl him into the wall behind me. I then charged into the attacker, pinning his body against the wall and refrigerator, laying my shoulder into his chest and planting my feet. The attacker was dead set on getting to his victim, but I managed to keep him firmly pinned with determination and a good dose of adrenelaine. Hooray for hormones. The poor victim stood, dumbfounded, unware as to why he'd been attacked. I had to tell him to get the hell out of the room so the boy that was trying to attack him would quit trying to hurl me aside. When the victim finally left, the attacker calmed down. I later learned that the victim had made some sort of joke about the attacker's "sister". Yeah, great reason for a fight. The Attacker was actually a good kid, one of the better ones we have. Sad if we have to expel him, especially since that'll lead to a bad home life for him and his abusive father.
Think our Math teacher will bail over the fight. One thing about being a teacher. You have to endure days like this and be able to walk out the door with it rolling off your back. I don't think the Math teacher is capable of doing that.
Oh well.
I was reminded today of a thought in 2003 in which I said that Valentine's Day was a silly holiday and if we loved someone, we should treat every day as Valentine's Day, not just Feb 14. Well, I still feel that way. That said, having a day where I got to buy some flowers and candy and such for my Girlfriend was sort of fun, even if I do realize that this day still makes a lot of single people remember, very prominently, that they are in fact single. I'm pretty sure my downstairs neighbor was drinking some heavy alcohol tonight and listening to Emo music.
That said, I will take a moment to say that I greatly appreciate my Girlfriend. She's been tremendously understanding of my faults and foibles, and she's somehow stuck it out even when I didn't correct a lot of my hardcore bachleorness as quickly as she'd have liked. Still, I like to think I appreciate her every day, and I think so far I've taken the time to show it. I'm happy with how things have gone and I'm happy with how she manages to make me feel special every day of the week, not just today.
Anyway, that's enough about Valentine's Day.
The day overall was pretty eventuful, romance notwithstanding. After a long day of classes I was greeted with one of our students being attacked by another in my next door classroom. I was actually sitting there as the classes exited the building at the end of the day. I was relaxing, glad the day was over, as kids were passing throug my room going toward the exit. I was then shocked when one of our students didn't get very far through my door before someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him violently back into the Science classroom. I of course quickly rose to investigate what had happened, strangely confused about the entire thing. I guess my mind just didn't put two and two together. What I found in the Science room was quite disconcerting. The attacking student had pinned the victim to the ground and was pounding on said victim with both fists. I noticed that the attacker was, quite unfortunately, one of the largest and strongest students at the school. He was in fact the one student I really hoped I'd never have to break up in a fight. Despite the identity of the attacker, I had little choice but to try to intervene. I interjected myself quickly into the altercation and grabbed the attacking student from behind, using my wieght to yank him back and hurl him into the wall behind me. I then charged into the attacker, pinning his body against the wall and refrigerator, laying my shoulder into his chest and planting my feet. The attacker was dead set on getting to his victim, but I managed to keep him firmly pinned with determination and a good dose of adrenelaine. Hooray for hormones. The poor victim stood, dumbfounded, unware as to why he'd been attacked. I had to tell him to get the hell out of the room so the boy that was trying to attack him would quit trying to hurl me aside. When the victim finally left, the attacker calmed down. I later learned that the victim had made some sort of joke about the attacker's "sister". Yeah, great reason for a fight. The Attacker was actually a good kid, one of the better ones we have. Sad if we have to expel him, especially since that'll lead to a bad home life for him and his abusive father.
Think our Math teacher will bail over the fight. One thing about being a teacher. You have to endure days like this and be able to walk out the door with it rolling off your back. I don't think the Math teacher is capable of doing that.
Oh well.
