Mean Mr. Me.

So yesterday, I was teaching class, 6th grade computers, and 3 months until the end of the school year I finally hit a groove. We actually were having a good couple of weeks where the kids were actually producing things. But yesterday the kids were all keyed up, there was a birthday party for a class mate, and we are having the annual book and software sale. They had lots of sugar and games/gadget buying right before my class. So I had so take command, be the adult, MR. TAYLOR damn it. So as the kids entered the class I noticed a pattern, they all had these magnifying glasses from the book fair so one by one I sent them back to their homeroom to put them away.
I notice that three of my little angels did not do as they were told and had their toys at the computer. I told them "fine if you want to play with your Dora the Explorer or whatever log off the computer (we were about to listen to music and work with some music composition software I found here, who knew my sister had all this stuff here) and play with your toys" Now these are 10 and 11 year old girls, and one by one they started to cry, not a little bit of tears but big, loud, coughing, balling. At first it was kind of funny, I said you all are kidding right? But no they were serious, and after I suppressed the need to laugh at them (see I just don't have that teaching gene) I wanted to get to the bottom of why it meant so much that they participate in my class? They could not answer inbetween the tears.

The crying continued after the class, they cried up 2 flights of stairs, they cried during their Spanish class so much that they had to be taken to the principal, they cried like their best friend just died. As I'm getting ready for after school one of them looks at me and starts crying. What the hell am I that good a teacher, or what?