My resume includes thirteen years in the public school system as a band and choir teacher. Being a disciplinarian was the most difficult aspect of teaching. Most students were well-behaved and respectful. There were a few that pushed the limits however. Wendell was one of those. He played Baritone Saxophone in band. He wasn’t a bad kid… he just liked to talk, especially to Terri. Of course, if they were talking, neither were playing their saxes. I gave Wendell demerits and lowered his grade, all to no avail.
One day I decided to have a little fun at his expense. This was back in the day when male teachers wore sports jackets. I tucked a starter pistol into the waistband of my slacks and covered it with my jacket. I told several students in the front what I was going to do so they would not be alarmed. Wendell started talking. I pulled out the pistol, pointed it toward him and shot. I said, “Now you shut up!” It was the first time I ever saw J.D., Wendell’s best friend, smile. It was great… very satisfying. I cannot recall if Wendell was affected or not. He was probably like a wild horse. He couldn’t be broken.
If I were teaching now, I likely would be unable to act out a stunt like that. At the time, I never thought a thing about it.
What does this have to do with art? Nothing, but it was certainly a creative approach to the problem.