I love you guys sometimes, I really do. Which buxibans do you work for?
When you quietly ask little Jacky to kindly stand up and leave the classroom does he unquestioningly comply? When you spend quality corridor time with him, gently but firmly explaining why his classroom indiscretions are disruptive, antisocial and a blight on his future career as an English major and World Citizen, does he nod contritely, feeling ashamed for his hard-working parents; embarrassed beyond belief at his disregard for their sacrifice, and thus shamed, slink back into the classroom intent upon mending his selfish ways and becoming a model student of the lingua franca of The Developed World?
Pull the other one, lads.
Tell young 12 year-old Andy to get out of your classroom for being a little bastard and he steadfastly refuses? Whatcha gonna do then? Put him in a headlock, rip him from his desk and drag him kicking and screaming into the corridor for a good old-fashioned 1 on 1? 'Cause if you don't, your authority in that classroom is FUCKED.
Make him stand up? Recite passages? Do extra writing? Separate him from the rest of the class? And if he says "No. Bu yao. Suck my EGGS!"? Whatcha gonna do then? Go downstairs and cry to the laoban who's inevitably going to do sweet fuck-all?
Don't get me wrong here, I'm not being all high and mighty. When I did "cram school" work, at the first sign of a finger or a "fuck you", AYE ripped them out of their desks and dragged them kicking and screaming into the corridor. Left them to wail outside like little girls. Eventually, the first perpetrator was allowed back in and I never got an OUNCE of shit after that. I didn't give a flying hoot about what "medication" they were on. I'm not their therapist or social worker. I see them for an hour or two a week. Get with the program. MY program.
I worked at a standard, common-or-garden buxiban. A glorified fucking aftercare centre for kids whose parents are slaving for the God Of Money, and overwhelmed with guilt about not spending enough time with little Maggie, allow her to stay up until one in the morning watching TV, so she doesn't get enough sleep to handle the shitty, mundane workload of school and buxiban the next day.
You guys are obviously working at Montessouri Institutes of Higher Learning and Compassion where parents, teachers and owners have a loving and joyous hands-on approach.
I have to giggle sometimes.