When I was teaching I never liked the idea of teacher-direct time out, but I did get a chuckle out of a frustrated first grader who one day announced, “I am taking a time out.” Off he went to a corner of the room with his book. I hope as a grownup he is still monitoring himself.
I can still feel the sense of relief when one day my mom suggested that I go up to my room and play by myself. “You’ve spend a lot of time with friends, but I know that you like your time alone. Come down in an hour. ” She was probably talking to a whiny, out-of-control ten year old, but my mom knew how to parent me. I recall staying up there all afternoon; I can picture the incident like it happened yesterday.