september 7

A student named Veasna in my class is an absolute disaster, he runs around the classroom unless you hold his arm, you put him in the corner and he tears apart the walls, you put his face on the board and he keeps turning around, you ask him to do an assignment and he screams, "No teacher, no!" He's michevious, barbaric, bright, and full of potentional. If only I knew of a way to hone his energy for good, for the sake of his future and my own sanity.

Yesterday, the students crowded around something he kept hidden in his hand, and he came up to my face, "Teacher!" he yelled, as he pushed a giant spider in my face, its body alone as big as the palm of his hand. I screamed out of reflex. The students laughed and screamed and danced, and Ly Chard starts to sing and dance and do what looks like psuedo-break dance moves on the floor, "Teacher, watch me! Spider man, Spider man! Does whatever a spider can!", he sings (that is about the extent of his English). Then Veasna goes over to Silim, an old teacher and translator, "Teacher Silim!" he yells as he thrusts the spider in her face. She screams as well, just as loud or louder than I. Soon after he is chasing every student around the room with this gigantic spider in his hand, its legs thick and hairy. They scream and run, climb on the desks.

I grab his arm, "give me the spider!", I command, he drops it in my hand, and I throw it out the window. He jumps out of the window, picks it up again, and hides it in his hands. I chase him, grab his body, command him, "give me the spider Veasna!", he drops it in my hand, and I run out the door, run to the flagpole, and smash it with a rock. Unfortunately, this riled up my class for the rest of the period. What am I going to do with him?

ps. I don't like spiders.