Turn the lights on
On my fourth day as a Chicago Public Schools teacher, I had a student skip my class. I saved him a seat in the front row, but spent third period algebra teaching to an empty chair. That chair was supposed to be filled with a football player who needs to be in his seat to play.
I waited until football practice ended that day, walked down the sweaty hallway to the locker room past the coaches and waited until he turned the corner.
As a center, he pushes 250-pound defensive linemen backwards without fail, but he couldn’t move me. Though I’m only a third his size, he froze.