So was sent to me as he'd been disruptive and The Enforcer said, "See if you could get hm to do work."
I know Lazy Boy really well, again, because I taught him for two years, he's a friend of my nephew, and he's one of the kids who like to swing by my room to eat breakfast. So I know his sneaky tricks pretty well, and decided to put him Right Smack Dab Next To Me.
His teachers sent him stacks of missing work, I sat him down, told him I expected to see that pencil moving, and let him get to work.
WHich he did.
He sat, head down, and worked and worked and worked. He worked so hard I took a video and mailed it to the study hall teacher and the guidance counselor as proof that he can work. They were shocked.
So I asked hm why he was working for me.
"Because you're nice," he said.
"How you serious?"
"You and Mrs, Reading Language Arts are nice so I'll work for you."
"What about Mrs. Study Hall?"
"I don't like her. She's mean because I don't do my work."
"And you won't do the work because you don't think she's nice?"