Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Your post reminded me of two things simultaneously. One was a marching band teacher I had in high school, who would not only leave his hand on your shoulder when he talked to you. He would massage your shoulder.

The other is a kid at a school who was lying on a bench with his eyes closed. When a staff member tried to wake him with a very soft touch on the arm, the kid totally freaked out. Turns out, he had been sexually abused.

Someone told me the other day that putting your hand on the desk in front of the student holds their attention every bit as well as actually touching their shoulder.