“[Name], I’ve had it,” I said, speaking softly and without a single ounce of patience left. She’d used it already by calling out, whispering, talking, balancing a pencil on her nose and encouraging those around her to do the same, refusing to whisper when she was asking a question when the room was supposed to be silent, etc.
Less than five minutes later I pointed to the door and said, “Get out.”
“But, no! I’ll—“ she protested.
“Get out.”
She left.
And it was much quieter. Fifteen minutes later I was able to unbend my scowl and smile at the rest of my students.
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