Let me tell you about Matt. He's one of my students. In the halls, in subs, even in the cafeteria, I love Matt. He's bright and genuine and a real sweet kid. But in my class, I want to do him bodily harm. Matt is in 7th grade, so he's 12 or 13. This is his first year in the classroom; he was homeschooled prior to this point. (Whether or not that's relevant, I don't know.) Matt just doesn't know the social conventions that the other kids take for granted. He's the one who one day last fall took out a sandwich during my class. He didn't try to sneak it; he was hungry so he pulled out his lunch. He will interrupt me mid-word to ask if he can go to the bathroom. If my attention is not focused on HIM, he has a lot of trouble focusing on me. He'll ask a question, I'll answer it, then he'll turn around and talk while I answer a classmate's question. When corrected, he'll apologize. Then two minutes later, he's tapping his pencil or staring out the window. Last week I had to CLOSE THE BLINDS on a warm day because there was a delivery truck outside the window. It was delivering candy to the cafeteria (yes, we sell candy). Matt could have done the inventory, he announced each thing that came off the truck, half to himself. ("big carton of starburst... twix... hershey bars...) No, I'm not making this up. He drives the kids a bit nuts too. They like him, but he drives them nuts at the same time. I have to remind them almost daily in the cafeteria to be nice to him. These are the good kids. But he's such a nudge. His mom is a psycho. (She recently accused her son of changing a test grade from 24 to 29. Um, Mrs. Nutso: don't you think he would have changed the TENS digit????) I feel bad for Matt while at the same time I want to strangle him! I think that next year, when he's in someone else's class, I'll like him a lot more!