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How did you go to start your journey to the United States? What forms did you fill out? How long did it take? My best friend wants to come here and I will help him until he gets his green card.I worked hard at school to get good grades, went to university, studied hard, graduated, got a series of better and better jobs, and finally transferred across as an international manager under an L1-A visa (executive management).After a year my lawyer submitted my green card signNowwork, and a few months later I was approved.Your friends experience may differ - there are MANY ways of ending up with a green card - hard work, education, and business success is one of the easiest, but not the only way.You can be lucky (diversity lottery), rich (investment), talented (internationally recognised artists, athletes and scientists), or have family in the USA.ALL these options require you to either pay a lawyer, or actually learn the process yourself.Your friend should start by obtaining a visa which allows them to legally reside and work in the USA - that’s the first step in the process.Simply “wanting to come to the USA” isn’t enough - it’s a start. Now your friend needs to learn the process and apply themselves.U.S. Visas
What could a 20-year-old do to potentially improve their quality of life?Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Sleep for 7 hours. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. Play more games. Read more books than you did the previous year. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6. Dream more while you are awake. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. Drink plenty of water. Smile and laugh more. Don’t waste your precious energy or time on gossip. Forget issues of the past. They’ll just ruin your present happiness. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone, so don’t even try. Don’t take yourself so seriously. You don’t have to win every argument. Just agree to disagree. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present. Don’t compare your life to others’. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t compare your partner with others either. What other people think of you is none of your business. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. Call your family often. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy. Each day give something good to others.
How can I get better at small talk?5 Ways To Instantly Turn Small Talk Into BIG TALK:Let me preface this by presenting the following idea: nobody is boring. Whenever I hear colleagues or friends complain about small talk I always ask them "Did you make an effort to elevate the conversation?" Or did you just ask them the same jibber jabber questions that you do with 80% of the people in your life? Conversations may be a two way street but you always have the power to make it more dynamic and engaging. Ask boring questions and you'll receive boring answers. Simple as that.People can only show as much as you let them within the context of the conversation. Not everyone shines under the same light and it's your job as a social being to figure out how you can help them show off their dazzling personality. A classic conversational trap is asking people questions that you can easily anticipate the answers to.For instance you'll ask "How’s your day?" and they'll respond with "Good." That's boring, uneventful and you feel like you're just going through the motions. In this article I'll explain how to morph those typical small talk questions into meaningful opportunities for relationship growth.1) What you normally ask: "How's your day?"What to ask instead: "What's the most surprising thing that happened to you recently?"--Doing this entices them to give better answers and actually reflect on the highs and lows of the past week. Giving them the opportunity to be insightful will compel them to open up and give intimate details about their life that they wouldn't normally share.2) What you normally ask: "What do you do for a living?"What to ask instead: "What gets you up in the morning? What are you most passionate about?"--Feeding people generic questions is only setting ourselves up to receive generic answers. Giving someone a positive and encouraging context to bring up their job, sets them up to talk about it with passion. Often times we worry about answering questions in an easily digestible way. This trend of thinking is toxic for those trying to maximize the output of daily interactions. Make people remember you by actively engaging with them. Become unforgettable and you'll move up on their mental list.3) What you normally ask: How are you holding up?What to ask instead: What's holding you up? What motivates you to keep moving forward?--This question is typically saved for someone going through a rough patch in their life. There's a line in the 2000 Danny Boyle movie The Beach that says, "Either get better or die. It's the hanging around in between that really pisses people off." Asking someone about their mental state when they're clearly in distress will only encourage them to lie and say everything's fine, so they can alleviate any discomfort.By focusing on the positive aspects of sadness such as hope and inspiration, you are subconsciously allowing that person to release their repressed feelings in a healthy and uplifting way. Hearing the thought process behind their coping strategies will give you insight into the severity of their issues without having to ask outright. They say the quickest way to a persons heart is through their stomach, but it's actually through subtlety.4. What you normally ask: How was ________? (Your date, your trip to New York, your hike up Torrey Pines)What to ask instead: If you had to do ________ all over again, what would you do differently?The broader your questions are, the less details people will give in return. Asking them about the overall quality of their experience will garner a common response ensuring that their time wasn't wasted. Answers like "It was good. I had tons of fun", are the ones you want to avoid. Ask poignant questions that will actually make them think. This thought train you send them on will make other stops organically along the way, providing you a better shot at finding out how_________ truly was for them.5. What you normally ask: Are you married?What to ask instead: Do you think life partners are over or underrated?The best way to get someone to talk about something specific is to bring up questions surrounding the central topic you secretly want them to elaborate on. If you want to know about their husband/wife, you have to get there incrementally by first talking about friendships, relationships, love etc. This question serves two functions: (a) it gives you their perspective on love and (b) personal values. Someone who puts a high premium on having someone by their side has a much different psychology than a person who is indifferent to the idea. Their answer to this is a natural transition into volunteering information about their own personal experiences.Getting information through the proverbial front door of someone's brain will always be underwhelming and overrated. Small talk is normally inconsequential and monotonous. But it doesn't have to be that way! Getting to know someone is like trying to break into a house. You can't just bust the door down right away. You need a plan of attack. Could you get in through the window? Maybe sneak into the garage? Going from small talk to big talk is allowing the other person to open up the doors for you. People want to be heard and understood. You just have to give them permission first.When life hands you small lemons, make big lemonade. Happy talking!Thomas
Does the bro code (etiquette) exist in India?It definitely does! Across all male friendships, across all age groups. I'll give you examples out of my life!1. Age - 9 y.o.Subject of Affection (SoA) - 1st crush.Nemesis - Prawar Kothari.Bro - Shaunak Patil.In 4th std I developed my first real crush. Ma'am made her sit next to me so that I won't talk too much in class. I start liking her. She laughs pretty. Prawar likes her too. Now his school bus arrives before mine. The devil sits in my place and robs my day with her! Im devastated. He does this 3 days in a row. I tell Shaunak. Shaunak's dad drops him before Prawar. Shaunak saves my seat for me! I'll never forget the look on Prawar's face when Shaunak got up and gave me my seat! Aah Revenge!2. Age - 15 y.o.SoA - 1st girlfriend.Nemesis - 12th std bully who likes her too. Bros - Mehul Sevak, Suyash Tilak. We are in 10th std. Bully likes her and starts picking on me and intimidating me. 18y.o. picking on a 15y.o. is any 15 y.o. boy's nightmare. I share problem with Mehul. He is a smooth talker and makes friends easily. He befriends the local PCO booth operator/small time goon. A deep friendship and then tells him of our predicament. Local goon tells us the time and place he will teach the bully a lesson. We get there. Goon gets hold of bully and slaps him silly in the middle of the street. Tells bully to back off. Suyash, Girlfriend and I go to the same tuition class. Bully comes there to confront me. Girlfriend is petrified. Suyash sneaks out the back gate with my girl to get her home safe. I go and deal with bully. Both bros deserve medals! 3. Age - 18y.o.SoA - CrushNemesis - Her society watchman. Bros - Alay Malaviya, Abhishek BurliShe comes to our 6.30am Chemistry tuition. I beg my bros to help me talk to her. We try and fail, mainly because I am a coward. I decide to write to her, I express better when I write. Bros fix the date I have to give her the letter. D day arrives, I back out at the last moment. Bros pissed. They force me to follow her and give her the letter. We follow her to her building. She parks her bike and starts walking to the elevator. Watchman eyeing us suspiciously at the main gate. Bros plan to distract him while I go and give her the letter. We walk to the gate, watchman stops us. Alay starts some bullshit conversation while I sneak away. I give her the letter. She changes her class timings from the next day. :'(Later bros tell me they paid the watchman 20 rupees to not interfere my conversation attempt! 4. Age - 20 y.o. SoA - Day's 1st cigarette Nemesis - Month end poverty Bro - Rifat MohammedStart smoking Classic Milds (Rs 8/stick) in engineering. The 1st cig is the most important. Month end kadki means I have 2rs in my pocket. Honest. Attend the morning lectures with a lot of effort. Mind-fucked, need to relax with a smoke. Leave college premises hoping to find a friend I can bump a smoke off of. Nobody in sight. Defeated I start walking back. See Rifat coming to college. I am over joyed! Rifat always has smokes! Rifat looks unusually happy to see me. Him - Bro my brain is fried, lets get a smoke. Me - Hell yes. We walk to Chandu ki tapri. Him - Bro you are buying, I'm broke. Me - (Almost in tears) Me too. I just have 2rs. Him - Me too. Chandu 4rs wali chhoti Goldflake de. We share the smoke. 5. Age - 27 y.o.SoA - My current girlfriendNemesis - My surgeryBro - Kunal Pradhan. I had to undergo a major surgery. I am clearly very tensed. Kunal comes to see me in the Hospital 2 days before the surgery. See's that I'm a wreck. Goes home and calls my girlfriend. She lives in Lucknow and I live in Pune. I've asked her not to come. He tells her I'm stressed and asks her to fly to Pune asap. He books her onto the flight next day, arranges her stay and brings her to the hospital! So yeah! The bro code, bromance, whatever you call it... does exist. Not only in India, but the world over. The Bro Code is not just what the Great Bro, Barney Stinson taught us, but also the other things we do for our Bros out of love and respect.
How did you lose your best friend?TL, DR: when I told him I had clinical depressionI used to have a best friend. We remained best friends throughout four years of college and even a period of time after we both graduated and came to the US.He was the ideal type of bro. Once I was sick in hospital. As I was receiving treatment inside the frigid hospital room, he walked a mile to the hospital and gave me a small cake and some fried chicken, despite it was raining heavily outside. Another time I skipped classes and the professor happened to give a quiz. He secretly wrote two copies, one in black ink with his name, the other one in blue ink with my name. Surprisingly he imitated my handwriting pretty well.He was the ideal bro for me, except the fact that he was ignorant and uninformed about mental illness.I still remember the vacation to NYC when I stayed at his place.We were very happy on the first day. We took selfies on the top of Empire State, drank beer at McGee's (the HIMYM bar), chatted over hot pot in Flushing. We were having a fantastic time until….At night, when we were drunk at his apartment, I accidentally pushed down a chair in the living room. My bag, which I had thrown into the chair, fell off.I forgot to zip my bag so some stuff rolled out of my bag. As I was busy grabbing my stuff on the floor, something caught his eye.“What’s this?”He was holding the bottle of my antidepressant and examined it curiously.I totally forgot I was someone with mental illness until at this moment. Honestly, it wasn't something I wish to remember.In my bag, there was my prescription, my antidepressant and antipsychotics I had just got from Walgreen pharmacy. These are things that set me apart from normal people.For a split second, I was about to make up some story, but then I decided to tell him the truth. I naively thought, if he were my best friend, he'd definitely understand.With enormous effort, I finally uttered the four-syllable word I hated most.“I’ve been diagnosed with depression.”There, I said it. The first time, I brought this up to someone apart from my psychiatrist.He was taken aback a bit.“And you need to take medicine for it?”“Well…. yeah, it's a disease.”“Well, last winter I was looking for employment, and it didn't end well. I was so frustrated all day. I must have depression too, then. But see, I'm doing well without meds.”“It's not like that.” I was surprised, “it’s a physical illness. I've been suffering from all sorts of symptoms for a long time.”“For instance?”“I was unable to get up in the morning. I felt like attempting suicide all the time. I lost all my energy and strength. I couldn't eat or sleep. I tried to hurt myself….”“I can think of only one word to describe all these,” he said dismissively, “idle. You're idling around all day long! If you were like me, working the ass off and earning money all day long, you wouldn't have time for all those bullshit.”The word bullshit marked the end of our friendship.After I confessed to him my depression, each of my conversation with him becomes a reminder to me that I'm not a normal person anymore. He would frequently bring this up in our conversation, in a tone which made me feel extremely uncomfortable.He was really puzzled why I suddenly became cold and distant to him. But I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. I was afraid that I would be hurt by him a second time.I have mentioned our later conversations in one answer:My then best friend, suddenly stopped our conversation, and said, “I’d better stop talking, otherwise you'd be depressed again.”Another occasion, my then best friend, hearing that I had been admitted into a stressful and rigorous academic program, asked me, “would it be too stressful to you? Given that you're so easily depressed?”He was the first person that I had confided in. It proved to be the worst decision I've ever made. For a long time, the feeling of regret hurt me even more than the disease itself.If I hadn't told him, we would still be best friends now.Mental illness is not something everyone can understand. Ignorance of mental illness didn't make him a bad person. He was still the same guy ad he had been.Only that I can't forget the look on his face and the way he joked about depression when I confessed to him what I thought was the most embarrassing and shameful secret. I felt my trust to him was betrayed. Therefore, I cannot look at him in the same way as before.The loss of my best friend is partly my fault. If I weren't so sensitive, and if I could laugh my illness off as a joke, we would have been getting along well.Only that I couldn't laugh it off. At least, not now.I am willing to give up anything just to make me a normal person once more.
How does WBJEE counselling work?WBJEE counselling procedure is very much similar to the counselling procedure adopted in JEE MAINS. After obtaining a rank in the exam interested candidates will be required to generate username and password and will have to pay the registration fee. This registration fee will be non-refundable,which is around 500. After registration candidates will be required to fill their choices online through the website. After declaration of round 1 result a candidate will be left with 3 choices. 1- accept the seat and take admission in the allocated seat.2- consider the candidate for up-gradation to higher filled choices.3- surrender the seat and pull out yourself from the counselling procedure.candidates will have to report to the reporting center within the specified period of time and will have to submit their choices failing to do so in round 1 will automatically remove you from further consideration and you will loose your seat. For choices 1 & 2, candidates will have to pay seat acceptance fee which will be returned in further rounds if you opt for choice 3( but will have to report to the reporting center,otherwise the candidate will not be able to claim it).This procedure will be repeated for three rounds and extra rounds can be introduced if the counselling team feels the necessity of it.In last round you will be forced to either accept the allocated seat or surrender your seat.
When did you have the most difficult time staying professional?For obvious confidentiality reasons I am withholding some details from this story, but the story is worth the risk of telling because it is one of the most difficult aspects of any professional practice, where an intense professional relationship crosses the line that should never be crossed, into an intense personal relationship. This might be a cautionary tale for any young professional in such a situation.So before the time in this tale, I knew this woman very, very well from a compelling and lengthy hospital experience with her father, who died from a long, hopeless cardiac illness; he never made it out of the hospital after four months there.I should have known better, but the appointment that was made for her in my office, that really began this event and this story, was clearly made for discussing something other than medical issues.As it happened my prolonged hospital experience with her due to her father’s illness had lead to a deepening familiarity, already involving more personal feelings and involvement than retrospectively appropriate. I guess you could say she had “fallen in love” with me and I knew that already.I knew this appointment meant something else because there had been a prior momentary physical contact, a deep kiss and embrace, a few weeks or month or two before, outside of the hospital. I had met her across the street for lunch and later walking together with her in a park I had engaged in that momentary physical contact but then turned, and recognizing its real danger then, I indicated that starting a relationship, which she very clearly desired, was not possible. But I had already crossed that invisible line. Kissing this woman, the way I did, is not a medically motivated event.So when I heard from my secretary that she had called for an office appointment, I knew why she was coming to my office, I really knew. But I very much wanted to see her again, as much as she wanted to see me. I gave the consent to my secretary to make that appointment already thinking that I was about to take a plunge into forbidden territory; I made the decision to initiate the event.She was not my patient; she had never been, but she was the daughter of a patient who died in my care over several months. The context of that relationship had begun in professional circumstances, and then should have stayed, must stay, in professional circumstances.So on this one occasion, I was guilty of bsignNowing my professional ethic to never become personally involved with an individual entering my office with an appointment, which should have been for a professional discussion. However, this woman had really scheduled the appointment not for a professional consultation, but for the direct purpose of deepening a nascent personal relationship with me and I with her.Remarkably, my part time professional secretary clearly realized (without being told a thing) that what we wanted was to be left alone and she left early. In other words, after the appointment began, the secretary left the premises leaving me alone with this woman in the office.Since the secretary had quickly presumed that the purpose of the appointment did not involve any aspect of the person’s own medical condition, but was made for other reasons, the secretary did not see a reason to wait around to put a stop to what she guessed we both wanted. She let us be. This decision was also clearly a bsignNow of professional ethics. When the only other medical professional left the office, this was no longer even remotely a medical visit, but a full fledged personal encounter in my professional office, not some out of the way hotel.Nonetheless, as I was the trained and responsible professional, it was absolutely my responsibility to not approve what did happen. I never should have agreed to that appointment. If I had made her a call and said no to booking this appointment; then this story would not need to be written.All the extenuating circumstances that I have outlined above are perhaps my hopeless attempt to put my conduct in a better light. Yes, she knew me well. She knew I would be accessible. She already sensed that I too had developed deeper personal feelings for her during our long hospital relationship. She did not come to that office that day ever expecting that I would turn her away - and she was right. If she had fallen in love with me, then I too had fallen in love with her and she knew that, as women know emotional things much, much better than men. I allowed what happened to happen because of my desire and my willingness to fulfill her’s.So we both entered an explosive situation by fulfilling our emotional desires in the most physical ways possible right there in the office, when such an action, beginning as a result of an ostensibly professional context, should have been resolutely avoided. I had prevented other such relationships many times before this one, but this time I did not, because I chose not to, because I deeply desired her, and I acted on those desires.The outcome of that relationship did not work well for either of us; there is no happy story at the end, where we sailed off into the twilight of life happily together. While the feelings between us were at first remarkably intense and pleasurable, they burned way too hot and the end was absolutely terrible. While she took the risk of initiating this relationship by coming to my office that evening, I willingly took the plunge when my life circumstances were way too complicated already.This story reflects one of my very deepest regrets in my life. When I ended this relationship, I caused some real devastation. Had we met at another time in our lives, in another context, in some other land, she might have been the sustained deep love of my life and I would be writing some happy story. That was not our fate at all.We met in fire, we loved with great heat, and any chance for a stable life together was burned by that fire, only the ashes remain.
What ended your relationship with your best friend?A reversal of fortunes.It’s very painful to think back about what happened to my friendship with Annie, but I will miss her until the day I die.We met at work when I was 25 and she was 22. It was a small office and we were the only two girls. She was such a sweet, fun, classy person and we bonded immediately. We spent the next 5 years working side by side sharing our joys, happinesses, trials and tribulations. I shared things with her that I never shared with anyone else and she did the same with me. We were closer than sisters.Annie had a wonderful, carefree life. She and her husband were quite well off compared to me and mine. She was working to put her husband through medical school, but she had also inherited some money and they were well off financially. They went on regular scuba diving vacations to the Bahamas. They purchased a home at the same time we did in a more exclusive neighborhood and installed a pool and upscale landscaping. They purchased a boat. All in all she had a beautiful life, and I was so proud to have her as a friend.My life, in comparison, was a struggle. We lived pay check to pay check. There was never enough money for unexpected, but necessary, expenses. We had a son, so while Annie and her husband were traveling and vacationing, we were spending our money on daycare, preschool, and after school care.I lived vicariously through Annie’s life. I loved hearing about her vacations and the people they travelled with. I loved seeing the jewelry she received for special occasions. Once, after telling me about something going on in her life, she got quiet and then asked me a serious question. “Do you ever get jealous when I talk about this stuff?” It surprised me. I told her no and that I loved hearing about all the fun places and things she was able to go to and do. But she asked again…like she just couldn’t understand, “But how can you not be jealous?” I told her I was just happy for her and was hopeful that I would one day be able to do those things as well…maybe one day when our son moved away from home…and we laughed and life went on.Eleven years into our friendship, her husband was a doctor, they lived in a beautiful upscale community in Florida, and a nanny for her daughter since she still worked. My husband and I were still struggling in the same house with the same financial issues. During a particularly terrible time (by then we had two children), I called her crying and she sent me an airline ticket to Florida. I literally ran away from home and lived with her for 10 days before I was able to get myself sorted out and return home. It was something I’ll always cherish.Fast forward another 10+ years when we are both in our early 40’s, Annie starts falling on hard times and my career begins to take off. Annie and her husband file for bankruptcy, lose almost everything and eventually divorce. She moves to another state and spends another lump sum inheritance on a small business that goes bust within the year. She calls and tells me she doesn’t know how she will be able to put food on the table for her children (she has 3 at this time). I wake up in the middle of the night because I can’t sleep thinking about her. I empty my wallet and send her $180 with a loving note about how confident I am that things are going to turn around. Annie goes back to work and struggles but manages to scrap up enough money to buy a starter home. We continue to talk long distance. Meanwhile, I’m promoted and transferred to another state. We stay in touch. She visits to see the new house and stays for a few days. When we talk, she seems disappointed that my husband and I are doing okay. She reminds me of issues we’ve had in the past.Fast forward another few years, I am promoted and transferred yet again. With every promotion, she asks what my new salary is. I tell her. I trust her. I look at her as a sister. We have no secrets. She says she’s proud of me and that I’ve taught her so much. I tell her how much she means to me.But there is something I’m beginning to notice. The last time I saw her, she came to visit the new house as she was passing through our town. She seemed shocked and almost disappointed that I was driving a luxury car. Something in her tone about how I was moving up in the world. We laughed about the rusty car I used to drive where I killed a roach with a hammer as I was driving. I began to feel self-conscious when she commented on the “Rock” I was wearing on my ring finger. I downplayed it. It’s not so big. It just looks big. It was a gift to myself. I pull my hands back so it’s not so visible. I’m sensing something, but can’t quite understand what it is.Fast forward a few more years to 2007 (32 years into the friendship). We are talking on the phone, and I mention that we are going on a trip to Las Vegas and how excited I am. She says she has a $100 chip from the Mirage that she’s going to send me. I protest, but she insists it’s money she owes me. I’m perplexed. You don’t owe me any money. And what she says next is like a knife to the heart because she almost spits it out and her voice is full of venom and hate “for the $180”. We were silent for a few seconds as her words hung in the air. I was speechless. It took my breath away. I mumbled okay and she mailed it to me.I thought a lot about that conversation and replayed our friendship in my head. I immediately regretted sending her the money. I had sent it 10 years earlier and completely forgot about it. She had not. I remembered what she had done for me when she flew me to Florida and I wanted to do something for her. I couldn’t fly her to my home because she was a single parent with two children still in school. In hindsight, I thought maybe I should have asked before sending the money. It seemed to me that I was doing most of the calling and staying in touch, anyway, but we both had busy lives so I didn’t think too much about it. But replaying conversations, I began to think that maybe she thought of me as the friend who was always worse off than she was. That maybe I was supposed to be the poor friend. That maybe I was the friend she used to gauge how well she was doing. And that maybe it made her unhappy hearing how well my life was going when her’s wasn’t going so well.I called from Las Vegas and left a light hearted message about playing the chip for millions and losing. After that message, I decided to let her call me when she was ready. For three years, she never called. It broke my heart, but I didn’t want to make her unhappy by calling. We quit exchanging birthday cards. It made me wonder how she viewed me when our fortunes were reversed. Did she pity me in those early years? Did she think that now that our fortunes were reversed that I thought any less of her? I don’t know, but it makes me incredibly sad.And then, out of the blue, three years later she called. I was ecstatic. We laughed and talked for 2 hours and it was just like old times. She encouraged me to call her every now and then, but as I promised I would, I knew I wouldn’t unless she called first. I just wasn’t sure whether she was being polite or really wanted to reestablish the friendship and I didnt want to cause her any unhappiness.Sadly, she never called again. One night in 2018, after hearing that a coworker from years ago had died I felt a strong urge to google Annie. It was then that I found out she had passed away in 2017, almost a year to the day. I cried for days and still cry whenever I think about her. I initially regretted not calling her, but after learning that she continued to struggle, I was glad I waited for her to call me. I believe that it was painful for her to compare our lives and she was happier not knowing how my life was going.Rest In Peace, Annie. I have never stopped loving you and am sorry if I was insensitive or hurt you in any way.
What’s the worst fight you had to break up as a teacher?There had been a shooting in the small town over the weekend. A man stopped for gas, calmly shot his mother as she sat in the passenger's seat of the vehicle, then asked the gas station attendant to call the police.Many of my students knew this man and his mother, and the tragedy shook the town. Easter was coming, and the shooting drew a pall over what would otherwise have been a joyous week of hectic planning for the oncoming celebration.In my sixth grade class that day, two young men, best friends, suddenly flew at one another, knocking over chairs and sending their fellow students scattering. Quickly, other young men separated the two, dragging them to opposite corners of the room.I had no call button in my room, which was in an out building separated from the main building by a long, covered walkway. The principal had recently instituted a policy requiring that teachers fill out the referral signNowwork before sending anyone to the office, no exceptions. The smaller of the two kept trying to break free and lunge at the other, now restrained by friends near the windows. Struggling to finish the blasted signNowwork, I wound up having to literally sit on the student to keep him from attacking again. As I sat on a student, blood staining my new Easter blouse, filling out forms in triplicate, I thought how pointless and absurd this all was, and I vowed to start sending out resumes immediately.To our shock, in walked the principal. She was apparently traveling room to room to deliver some message so important that I cannot even remember what it was now. And her first observation?“Oh, Mrs. (surname), there are so many staples on your carpet!”That's it. No mention of the fact there had obviously been a fight just minutes before. Hell, I had sixth graders on my carpet, too, and they are much larger than staples.I found out that the bigger of the two had made an insensitive comment about the shooting to his friend (who was kin to both the shooter and the victim), and his friend just snapped. The two immediately reconciled and remained best friends.I quickly found another job in a neighboring town, starting immediately after summer break began. The principal, resentful that I was leaving, had tried nibbling me to death with a series of petty reprimands over nothing, but in the end, I was able to escape relatively unscathed. I can't say the same for the kids, as her mismanagement led the state to take over the school the following year.
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