So I hate seventh graders and let's just leave it at that.
But one of my actually behaved students today taught me something interesting. There she was, doing her work in the midst of insanity, and she pulled out a jug of Vaseline.
"Do you want some Vaseline, Mister Mister?" (She called me Mister Mister.)
"No, thank you. What do you need all that for?"
"Yeah. You put it on your face and when you get hit it doesn't leave a mark."