Yesterday one of my students has blown a lead early in my course. Unprecedented situation that has left the class silent stupor. For my part I confess that this event yet harmless really shook me.
few weeks ago, Jean-Charles joined Terminale S where j'officie as professor of History and Geography. For health reasons on which Parents do not want to linger when I met him (the young man is subject to severe anxiety attacks) JC has decided to change schools to prepare your tray at all serenity. JC
the specimen is typical, or even caricature, of high school come from a posh suburb. Brushing, jacket and matching pants, little gingham shirt, polished shoes. Only thing missing for the perfect mix of young neuilléen that the membership card of the fan club of Nicolas Sarkozy. JC speaks with elegance and openly displays the ambition to integrate Science-Po after graduation his high school diploma. In short, a boy certainly nice but whose personality has immediately attracted the indifference or even hostility from the rest of the class where the atmosphere is rather relaxed in even though most other kids are from the same environment .
Yesterday morning, while the students joined their place and I was leaving my satchel containing the red cardboard sleeve over my terminal, JC approached the desk and stood up facing me. While he was passing me rambling about an oral that would have been imposed the previous weekend, I watched an eye large drops of sweat beading on his forehead and followed with another unusual rolling his eyes in their sockets, physiological evidence of his obvious mental disorientation. From time to time JC stopped in the middle of a sentence and stared at me with his eyes suddenly motionless. While I tried to see clearly in his remarks and offered him a ride to the infirmary to lie down for a moment, the charming class representative passed him to join him. While continuing to stare me he raised his right arm and grabbed the girl by the shoulder to push violently away. This gesture gratuitous violence, coupled with his look haggard knotted my stomach. The class representative remained silent and watched with amazement concern our exchange surreal. Responding to the provocation she dared interrupt us to tell him of his thinking. While staring at me JC shouted against him:
- "You go to your place! "The class
froze. A heavy silence fell upon the classroom while BC, now silent, still staring at me. I then pointed to two students and came hard, using my sweetest voice, to convince the young man to reach the infirmary. He resisted a bit but ended up following my advice. Head down, under heavy escort, shirt soaked with sweat, he left the room. I saw in his eyes that he was lost.
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