Substitute teachers are synonymous with being bad/boring/naive; so today, when my class was greeted with a sub, we screamed in anguish, tore our clothes in half, and gnashed our teeth. We may have overreacted slightly, but not by much.
I almost feel bad for subs. They have to come into a class they have no idea about, and put up with all the pranks people pull; that must be difficult. But every time I sympathize with them I remember: They signed up for it, and then I continue to play with their head.
For instance, today in the class I was in with the sub, I sat in the wrong seat on purpose. When she corrected me according to the seating chart she had received from our regular teacher, I simply told her that on Monday's I strictly sat there to keep another student (my good friend) in line. Of course, she believed me and thought nothing more of it. So basically I goofed off with my friend the whole time while she thought I was simply doing my regular job.
Oh naive sub…when will you learn? Perhaps I will spew the same jargon tomorrow (we have her the whole week), but change it to something a little more exciting — maybe I'll say it is my job on Tuesday's to get some papers from the office, and then I won't come back until the period is over. Sounds good to me…
Shame. Three time outs for you.
Shirley
Nice blog..I like your pictures.
Go easy on the substitute’s. Imagine if it was you who was thrust into a new environment with unfamiliar people..not easy to deal with, especially when these people are trying to give you a hard time.
Often times, this is how new teachers start their career too, by substituting, so try to be patient with them.:)
Her Royal Highness is a former substitute teacher.
To the dungeon with you!
And when you are all grown up and have kids of your own, remember this one word: karma.
How does the Queen of The World know these things? Because Her Majesty once was a student who terrorized a substitute teacher. ‘Nuff said.
Very truly yours,
EB
P.S. Tea is at 2 daily.