Trials and Tribulations: Strange behaviour (Wednesday morning, 6th October ´10)

Introduction

I feel an intense, harsh British fire inside of me when dealing with discipline in the classroom.
My attitude toward stupidity in the classroom is tough, but rational. I mean, I am not a martyr. I can´t be because I am 24 and teach `oral skills´… it´s supposed to be fun.
However, sometimes running on autopilot can take me to the strict `children should be seen and not heard´ fable, and I get trapped there unable to loosen my thoughts that, one must be harsh with the kids.
(just to let you know, this autopilot arrives often.... I went to a British boarding school through my primary years and all my teachers were very old school in their views on discipline)
So, the class is chaotic in 6B today - the humidity is high, which usually calls for loopyness, and the kids are preparing for sports day tomorrow; so that´s already got them all riled up.
Situation
Today is a day for presentations. A group of girls have prepared a project on London and are going to give a speech. Interrupted is their attempt, as random little Maxi has trapped his finger inside the centre part of a compact disc.
(Goodness knows what he was doing with a compact disc out on his desk during English anyway, but I´ll put that down to my ignorance as a teacher for not paying attention to such details)
"Melanie! Melanie!" he exclaims, as he scrambles out of his seat, now screaming and almost tripping over all of the packed rucksacks surrounding his desk.
Once one of them starts screaming, they all start screaming.... "Ahhhhhhhhhh".
Once the screaming starts, I start screaming. Inside my own head. This is already too much for me.
All of a sudden control is lost and the classroom turns into a fruit punch being rippled and swirled around the bowl. All of the children screech and start to get out of their seats, panic-stricken, to try to help little Maxi get this sodding cd off his finger.
"Break it! Break it!", says one.
"No," I say, as...... well, we don´t know if it´s important or not.
Could be the Magna Carta recorded on cd or something. The presidents´ speech. . . you never know.
"Rompelooooooooooo" ("break ittttttt"), blares another.
My mind wanders as he turns the cd over and I actually see what´s on it.
It´s some crap Geography cd with a sad 80´s font and pastel colours on the cover. Sod it, he should break it.
So, we had decided he should break it. Great. Unfortunately, this means that most of them want to try to help of course.
Scissors come out and fly towards little Maxi´s hand. I, as the teacher nearly have a panic attack. My father is a health and safety officer in England, and I´m pretty sure my classroom was breaking 150 rules by this point.
Once I got all the scissors away and some of the others slightly calmer, Maxi had now started to tug at the cd trying to get it off his finger. The finger starts to turn a strained red/white colour.
I call him forth to the front, and naturally 4 others follow him.
Looking at it closer I decide that this is a job for somebody else. I do not want to be responsible for breaking the poor buggers finger.
“Go to Marta, and see what she can do with you, and make sure you don´t touch it”, I say. (In the vain hope that Marta will sort him out).
It is after all, my job to look after the other 25 of them. Class vaguely continues for a minute when all of a sudden Maxi comes back again, bursting in the door with the cd still on his finger. He comes in, says nothing and runs out again.
This provokes five to stand up and run out after him, all screaming, “Maxi´s got his finger stuck! Look everyone!”
Pandemonium strikes when I thought I had had control regained for a second. Apparently not.
“Children, get inside the classroom, and Maxi get yourself to Karina right now!” I command, almost barking, as my patience is now non-existent. 
They do as they are told, and the matter is now in the hands of poor Karina, the class tutor.
Class takes another twenty minutes or so, and through the clouds of insanity I managed to plough through a bit more work with the rest of them.
Breaktime calls and once inside the staffroom I put the last chaotic hour out of my mind and make myself a well-deserved coffee. (too bad I don´t smoke anymore, that´d have been a perfect opportunity for a puff).
In comes Karina, and the deputy head of primary, with Little Maxi trailing behind them.I watch from a distance, not getting involved. Had better not. I might say something inappropriate. Instead I watch and learn.
I felt like I had deja-vu, instead of five kids standing around him, he had five teachers standing around him overexaggerating the situation. Moreover it was more like five mothers really, as they were all fussing and arguing about how exactly to cut this cd to save the finger of the child.
As the process of cutting goes through, the others pet him and brood to say poor little thing. Poor him? If it weren´t for his stupidity (and perhaps my negligence toward desk contents) in the first place, none of this would have happened and we would all be much lighter minded.
Disc is cut. Finger salvaged. Problem solved, and Maxi runs off to tell his audience his cool story.
I take a deep and thoughtful breath and go back to my now cold, watery coffee.
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Just another morning at school.