I'm Just A Fly on the Wall: Book 6 – When Anger Tags Along

A Fly on the WallBook Six: When Anger Tags Along

I zipped through the window, the morning still new,Kids walked in with backpacks and breakfast and glue.But one kid came storming, face red like a flame—Their fists in tight balls and their steps full of blame.

“I lost in my videogame! I was just about done!Then my screen froze up, and it wasn’t fun!I’m still super mad — don’t talk to me now!”And they plopped in their seat with a furrowed brow.

From my spot on the wall, I’ve seen it before—That anger that builds and bursts through the door.What starts with a game or a fight at home,Ends up at school… and won’t leave you alone.

You might think, “It’s fine. I can push through.”But that anger? It changes the way you do YOU.It makes it hard to listen, to read, or to care.It pushes away the friends who were there.

Anger’s a feeling—we all feel it rise.But what you do next can make you wise.Do you shout? Do you throw? Do you slam down a chair?Or do you pause and notice the heat in the air?

See, some problems are BIG, like someone is hurt.And some are just SMALL, like mud on your shirt.But anger can trick you—make all problems grow,Until every small thing feels like a big blow.

That pencil you dropped? You might scream or shout.But really… that’s not what being strong’s all about.Strong is staying calm when the rage wants to roar.Strong is saying, “Okay,” and choosing no war.

And guess what I’ve noticed (yes, even from here)?Video games sometimes stir up that fear.You lose a round? You rage inside?That feeling can stick… and in school it won’t hide.

So before you press start, or play the next round,Check in with your body, your brain, and the sound.Ask: Am I calm? Or do I need rest?Because learning won’t land when your brain’s all stressed.

You can’t learn new things when your anger is loud.You won’t think your best when your storm brings a cloud.So take a deep breath, and slow yourself down.Let that red face soften, and ease off the frown.

You're not just your anger. You're more than that spark.You're a thinker, a leader, a voice in the dark.So next time that game makes your head want to pop—Just pause. Take a breath. And choose when to stop.

Because here in this classroom, with pencils and rules,You're given a gift — the greatest of tools.To handle your fire, and not let it win—To let learning and peace be what lives deep within.