That said, I had to confiscate a phone from my favourite kid, named Buzby, and I told him that he wasn't going to get his phone back until the next day (a practice which has resulted in a lot of students' tears). He immediately gave me this look of anger and fear, because when a student has to face their parents sans phone, the parents will know what's up and will punish accordingly. I went on teaching, and he busied himself in what I thought was work. A while later he thrusts an envelope into my hand. Scribbled on the envelope is "Death Lettle." The 'lettle' inside is folded professionally, and says the following:
FIGHT LETTER
THE PLACE IS KJC 21 [the hagwan's name]
THE TIME IS 8:00PM
YOU WILL DIE
I couldn't help but laugh, and the letter is now on display by my desk in the teacher's lounge. That night I put the phone in a place I thought Buzby couldn't reach.
As I'm walking home from school, I get a phone call. The voice on the other end says, "hiiiiiii, teacher." The bugger took his phone back!
The next day in class, as the clock ticks closer to 8:00pm, he keeps telling me to prepare myself. He also threatens, augmented by the waving of his arms, that all his male friends "got his back."
It was hilairous, to say the least.
Now, if this happend with a kid who I couldn't stand, the outcome would have been different and less amusing for both parties involved.
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