C is the macho guy in our class: never admits to needing help, too cool to do his work, or get excited about anything in school. So it was a little strange when today on my way back to the room after lunch I met a visibly upset C in the hall.
"You're heading the wrong way," I said, "What's going on??"
"S was calling me names. Even when I told him to stop, he kept going and I'm seriously gonna punch him if he doesn't stop."
"Names like what?"
After a long pause, "He keeps calling me a rapist."
So while the rest of the class did busy work, the better part of my afternoon was spent interviewing witnesses, determining that S really did call C a rapist for no apparent reason, forcing S to have what was hopefully the most uncomfortable conversation of his life so far when he had to explain to me exactly what a rapist is, and writing out detention forms.
During this indoor-recess, too-cooped-up time of year, it's always something!
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