When I was student teaching in a first grade class I had a disruptive little boy - sharpens a pencil and jabs other kids with the point on the way back to his seat. Goes to the restroom and on the way sets off the fire alarm, stuffs paper towels into the toilet and the sinks.
He came to me and said he had to go to the bathroom. In a gesture was at once protective as well as controlling, I put my arm around him and brought him close to my side. “Here’s what you do. You walk, don’t run, down the hall - don’t touch anything. Use the rest room, wash your hands, put the towels in the trash and come right back.” He did. Couldn’t do that today. Sad.
EXACTLY!