Dishing it Out, Graciously.

One of my literature classes was rather fascinating (and not only because we watched part of a rather graphic version of "Frankenstein"); My typically quiet, reserved professor gave some obnoxious students exactly what they deserved. You see, in these classes, there are typically no notes except what you write. The point is to read the material, and then come to class prepared to discuss it. Needless to say, if you miss the lecture, you really miss out on the class, and considering that we're paying to be here, it does seem a waste...but back to the story. There was a group of guys who had been particularly obnoxious, talking loud enough in the back of the classroom that if you weren't lucky enough to get a seat in the front three rows of the class, you couldn't hear the lecture. So after calling role, the prof. calmly reread a couple names. "Now that I know your names, get up and go to the dean's office. You've been disrupting the class long enough." and went back to lecturing like nothing had happened. We were all rather shocked. It was exactly what needed to happen, and what we had been wanting, but none of us had expected it (Admittedly, I whistled in class). We're all very proud of our Professors and their ability to speak the truth in love. It was a prime example of how to be gracious while appropriately dealing with conflict, and hopefully we take that from the lecture as well as what was literally being taught.