While I didn’t get to sip on green beer, I did get to wear green this St. Patrick’s Day, only to avoid be pinched by multiple middle and high school students. Getting dressed for work that morning, I could just imagine the consequences of a substitute teacher not wearing green. OH the Horror! To avoid all violent situations, I dressed in an obviously green shirt for all to see.
This Thursday I was lucky enough to be Art teacher for the day. Woohoo! Easy day. The Art room seems to be a therapeutic environment for all students, where they feel free to dish out any and all gossip on other teachers and students. I knew entirely too much information about entirely too many people by the end of the day. For instance, I do not need to know details of a person’s body odor.
With prom and spring break fast approaching, the chatter on the subjects was quite delightful to overhear…
…He is taking who?!...OMG- I just love your dress!...I don’t have a date, so I refuse to go!...Prom is stupid!...
Those were the days- when your main concerns were what to do with your hair for prom or what color nail polish goes best with your dress. Listening to all of the distress in their voices, I just couldn’t help but laugh.
In the spirit of the luck of the Irish day, I was lucky enough to be asked to sub again on Friday. Lovely. There went my plans of basking in the sun beside the pool.
Well, I started my Friday morning off by having a seventh grader say, “Ms. Carr, You don’t look a day over 30.”
Awesome. There were no words of response. I just tried to distract myself from the fact I look eight years older than I am.
The day went smoothly from there- not. My duty was to give and monitor five middle school science tests and hold two middle school study halls. No free period. While the tests went ok (no cheaters), having two middle school study halls is literally murder for a teacher. Not to mention they were one right after another.
Study hall activities are not limited to but include playing with a tennis ball, fixing one’s toga for a Greek feast, showing a half-naked girl on a cell phone background to the substitute, writing one’s name on the board 83 times, throwing chairs at one another, writing love letters, and filling out March Madness brackets. I’m positive that my students were the most productive of the day. Also, I had a mild panic attack when the school secretary walked in to deliver a note to a student. Fingers crossed that I won’t get in trouble.
Substituting- never a dull moment.
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