Summer School: What was I thinking?

Right now I am sitting in my summer school classroom while a male student is glaring at me. I think he is contemplating ways to kill me because I took his phone away from him. He is challenging me in some way. He will not look away and although it is slightly intimidating I choose to not engage in this staring contest. Money is evil. It is the only reason that I have chosen to subject myself to this for three weeks. The hours are good, the money is nice, and it is only three weeks, but summer school is a different crowd, and I am beginng to wonder what I was thinking.