Second Grade Substitute
Twenty-four second graders vs. Mrs. C. And who won? Some of you know already who won.
I did. (Nanna-nanna-boo-boo!) But my victory came with a price: my sanity.
I never really thought that anyone listened more poorly than Aaron does, but what I found out yesterday is that by some stroke of dumb luck (or by design, you pick), Mr. B. placed 24 even worse listeners into one classroom. Yes, my friends, these little hellions had no care in the world for anything I had to say.
Excuse me? I'd say. Nothing.
Friends? I'd say. Nothing.
Eyes on me and ears open? I'd say. Nothing.
Do you treat your own teacher this way? I'd say. Well yes.
At least they were honest. At least they let their colors shine. At least they felt they could be themselves with me around.
Themselves my ass. I almost blurted out a few expletives at one point, but then it was time to take them to art and I had one hour of blissful peace to myself.
I always said I could do anything for one day. And I did. But I'm not sure I'll be heading back to that room anytime soon. Poor Miss J. I'll be drinking one tonight in her honor. Cheers!
I did. (Nanna-nanna-boo-boo!) But my victory came with a price: my sanity.
I never really thought that anyone listened more poorly than Aaron does, but what I found out yesterday is that by some stroke of dumb luck (or by design, you pick), Mr. B. placed 24 even worse listeners into one classroom. Yes, my friends, these little hellions had no care in the world for anything I had to say.
Excuse me? I'd say. Nothing.
Friends? I'd say. Nothing.
Eyes on me and ears open? I'd say. Nothing.
Do you treat your own teacher this way? I'd say. Well yes.
At least they were honest. At least they let their colors shine. At least they felt they could be themselves with me around.
Themselves my ass. I almost blurted out a few expletives at one point, but then it was time to take them to art and I had one hour of blissful peace to myself.
I always said I could do anything for one day. And I did. But I'm not sure I'll be heading back to that room anytime soon. Poor Miss J. I'll be drinking one tonight in her honor. Cheers!
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