The old Pernille would have marched them down to the office, left them there to simmer in their anger, left them there to let someone else deal with it.
The old Pernille would have asserted herself, reminded that angry child that I decide and they are going to do exactly as they are told…now.
The old Pernille would have raised her voice, pointed her finger, and perhaps even gotten a little red in the face.
But not this time, not this Pernille.
Instead, I remind myself to stay calm, that this is not personal. That this child that so wants me to become a dragon does not need another teacher yelling at them. That this child that stands before me has had nothing but adults telling them exactly what to do and repeating it over and over.
So this child needs a new start, someone that gets it, someone that sets boundaries but does not hold a grudge. This child needs an adult that sees more than the anger, more than the noncompliance, hears more than the angry words.
So I try to be that teacher. I try to shrug it off, to smile and crack jokes to alleviate the tension. I try to help before it gets to this. I try to get the child to trust me. To have them feel that I am worthy of them letting down their guard. Even though sometimes I want to scream and point my finger. Even though that sending them to the office would be so much easier. Even though I am not sure this will ever end. But I still have to try.