Occasionally I have parents who offer to beat their kids in front of my class. I politely decline, like I do again today with Samantha‘s dad.
Last semester, Samantha’s father was the first parent to make such an offer. At that very moment in my classroom there were medical students from the nearby university. They were lecturing about AIDS. I had visions of going into the classroom, asking these med. students to pause for — What? — the weekly exemplary beat-down?
This afternoon, I found out that dad doesn’t even live with Samantha. I’m not surprised. But then again I pray to God that I never get used to such news.