“I’m not putting it up.” The kid has a book bag on his shoulder at the start of fifth period — verboten in our school. “I told all the other teachers, too.”
How did this happen? How did no one come down on you like a ton of bricks for such insubordination? How come your mentor, who works in this building, didn’t say something? How come I’m making assumptions?
“Why?” I asked.
“Because my locker is beside Samuel’s locker, and it stinks, and every day my bookbag stinks, and I’m not going to have it stinking anymore.”
Do you not realize that most teachers are so imminently reasonable that they would find your reluctance reasonable and offer a solution? I explain this to him.
“Now, explain to me your problem just like I showed you.”
He does. I offer to let him lock his bookbag in my closet until we can work out a solution.
“Thank you,” he says on the way out.
That all problems could be so easily solved.