I went to the post office after work. Two of my students were there, Sean and Tamara. Tamara said, "T. Crabbe forever!"

Sean looked up at me and said, "Ever big you are." I told him that I was no bigger than when I was in class.

At that point, another child walked up to me and said, "You're weak!" Tamara told him that he had better not say things like that. He said it again. She grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him one way, and the quickly reversed directions, dropping him on his butt.

I had to laugh. It was a nice move. If you told me that she had studied Aikido, I would have completely believed it. I've been teaching a ten-year-old female version of Steven Seagal for almost a year, and I never even realised.

The boy got back to his feet and continued talking trash. I jokingly told him that he should be careful or I'd sic the rest of my Grade 5s on him. He said that he could take them. I reminded him that there were about 40 of them. I walked away as Sean was closing in on him. I think I heard him land on the ground again. I don't know what happened, but I can guess.

I suppose this is what it feels like to be in a gang.