WWJD?

Over the past decade, I have taught every grade level from seventh to twelfth grade. 
Teaching hormonal teens can make for some interesting days. One day they love me, but the next day they hate me. 

I don't take their remarks to heart. Like my momma always said...

Momma always knows just what to say, and I find myself using the same remarks on my own children and even my students.

I don't think they really get it though...

While I was lecturing on figurative language last week, a student decided to talk to her friend. 

 This was rude and somewhat annoying, so I snapped at her while I kept lecturing...

Usually this technique works without disrupting class and the student stops talking; however, this girl just didn't get it. She kept talking.

Some students like to pretend they weren't doing anything wrong. She was one of those students.

This is particularly annoying, because she is insinuating that I was imagining the whole thing. Since I know what I saw and I know what I heard, I refuse to argue my sanity. Also, when I ask a student to, "please, stop talking," there is no need for said student to make any remark other than, "yes, ma'am."

Now, plenty of students have gotten angry with me over the past ten years. Some have voiced their hatred for me during such occasions. 
Even with this experience,I was not prepared for what this student yelled...

She ended up getting suspended from school when she went and yelled at the principal.

Here it is, several days later, and I am still wondering what Jesus would say about this. 
Maybe...