My old student AJ was in charge of helping me with Brody, the drama queen.
It seemed fitting since drama used to be AJ's major at Homo U.
AJ: We're going to try a little exercise.
BRODY: I hope it's cardio, because I'm a little on the chubs side today.
AJ leaned in and whispered to me.
AJ: The fact that I didn't make a snobby comment--
ME: So much growth.
We headed over the computer where we had set up a private e-mail account for Brody where people could leave their honest thoughts about him.
BRODY: Like an Honesty Box!
AJ: Sort of.
BRODY: Omg, I can't wait to hear what people wrote.
He probably should have waited.
BRODY: Ugly? Nasty?
AJ: That one says 'He makes my skin crawl.'
ME: Obnoxious voice. Awful voice.
AJ: Voice like a dying cat.
BRODY: Are they talking about my speaking voice or when I sing?
ME: You sing?
BRODY: Yeah in the shower.
ME: Then who would--never mind.
By the time we were done reading all the entries, Brody was devastated.
BRODY: Everyone hates me.
AJ: Sort of.
BRODY: Why do you keep saying 'sort of?'
AJ: Because none of those comments were real. Kevin and I just posted them there earlier today.
BRODY: But why--
ME: We wanted you to know what it feels like to have negativity put out into the world against you. Think about how all those comments made you feel, Brody.
AJ: That's what you do to other people when you start drama.
BRODY: Wow, I feel like I just had a revelation.
AJ looked at me with pride in his eyes.
BRODY: So wait, does that mean you guys hate me?
AJ's look turned to one of frustation.
Ah, the master really has become the teacher.