Instructing a foreign language class of thirty bouncy 6th graders requires a reevaluation of instruction method. Holding the attention of that many students for  a sustained period of authentic language usage is no simple task. As a result instructors rely on meaningful self-guided activities. During one such activity where the students were cutting out puzzle pieces it struck me cold.

The macabre realization…

There is thirty of them. Thirty of them with scissors. Thirty of them with scissors and only one of me.

My God, what have I done? I was only supposed to equip them with the tools they need intellectually. Not physically. How am I going to get out alive? Stay calm. Think. The bell comes not too soon. Quell any insurrection. Keep a close eye on those who could fan the flames of revolt. The principles of the democratic classroom fall to the wayside in times of strife. Facism. Total facism is the only way for the teacher to survive. Power, strength, and threats of force will save me. Do as I say for I am your infallible leader. Yes. Yes! Oh, God yes!

And not a moment before the delusion of grandeur forever sets, the bell rings. Peace in the democratic classroom is restored, but it is a delicate balance.