Week 2 Story

There once was a school teacher who set out to be the best elementary school teacher she could be. She brought extra supplies to school for her kids, she stayed late after school just to help students who needed it, and she even went above and beyond outside the classroom. However, there was just one student who wouldn't listen to her. The rest of the class always put in the effort to be good, obedient students, so she knew it wasn't entirely her fault.

The student in question would always be a nuisance in class. He would be loud and disruptive. He would steal pencil lead from other students' pencils. He would make weird noises from his corner when he was in timeout. He would throw eraser bits at the students he didn't like and say "HEADSHOT" anytime he pegged someone right in the head. Time after time of being told to stop, he would never correct his behavior. Because of this, the teacher decided to tell the troublesome student a story about how she once had a student named Walker that failed to listen.

"Walker was about your age, 9 or 10. He was an energetic lil kid, loved breaking the rules, and always tried to push his luck with me. On one day in particular, he felt extra extra mischievous. Walker had tried Indian food for the first time the day before, so he was feeling fairly gassy. To make the best of an otherwise poopy situation, he let his bottom fill up with gas and tried his hardest to keep it all in. When he couldn't hold it all in any longer, Walker started running across the classroom from desk to desk, farting on his classmates. One by one, he made run-by farts on his friends, all the girls, everyone. He didn't treat anyone differently when it came to sharing his gas. All the students already thought he was a smelly, obnoxious turd, so their yelling and pushing and shoving were nothing new to him. If anything, it only encouraged him even more. If you're wondering what I was doing, I was actually chasing Walker across the room...yes, right behind him...and unfortunately catching most of his farts. His legs were so small, yet somehow still faster than mine. So, I eventually had to stop and call the principal of the whole school to come stop him. Principal Sheehan quickly made his way down, but Walker didn't think I was actually going to call the principal. As it turns out, Walker was near the end of his gas tank. He saved the best for last. He joyfully bent over as if he were snapping a football to a quarterback behind him, saw Principal Sheehan walk into the classroom from between his legs, and mistakenly let out the biggest, grossest, and loudest fart he had released. It was too late. He failed to clench his bottom closed in time and immediately knew that he had signed his death certificate. The principal immediately yanked Walker by the ear and took him off to his office to be paddled. All it would take is for me to make the call, and your bottom would be just as red and swollen as Walker's was on that day. The students had spread rumors that Walker wasn't ever able to fart again because of how bad he got spanked by Principal Sheehan. Walker learned from his mistake and never gave me a reason to have to call the principal ever again.

So, take this story as a lesson. When I tell you to stop and listen to me, I mean it. You won't like who may come after me if I can't get you under control."

The teacher imparted quite the tale upon the difficult student, and it had hit its mark. The student corrected his behavior and gave the kind and patient teacher no trouble from then on.

Author's note: I adapted this from the story of Buddha and his Unruly Monks. I put more of a modern twist on it, while trying to make it funny.


BIBLIOGRAPHY
Author: Robert Chalmers, Title: Unruly Monks, Source

I have always loved hearing parables that demonstrate a valuable life lesson, which Jesus often used. -- Source