Modern didactics

Yet another late night due to combining my well-paid journalism gigs (see further down), my job as a university lecturer and my attempts to get an MA degree at the same university, so what's there to do for a healthy Dutch guy but to order take-out.
So I'm waiting for my bag of chips, and the friendly middle-aged Egyptian guy behind the counter asks me what I'm up to these days. I tell him about my academic engagements.

'You know, I used to teach in high school back in Egypt.'
'Oh? Did you enjoy it as much as...'
'I hated it. How do you manage to keep order?'
'Well, I've got a pretty big mouth...'
'You mean you don't want to hit them?'
'Er...'
'Back in Egypt, I wasn't allowed to yell at them or hit them.'
'Oh...'
'I don't mean whacking them. Just a slap to correct them when they're out of line.'

Needless to say, I've put his suggestions on the agenda for the next faculty meeting.

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