Mallory R. Evans (adamiata) wrote,
Mallory R. Evans

Adventures In Substituting >001

Today was my first day substitute teaching. I woke up at 2AM and couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched a couple Stargate SG-1 episodes I have recorded and got ready for work. Yes, extremely early. Before I went in, I ran to the store to grab something to drink. Usually I get vitamin C fruit smoothies for immunity support, but this time I opted to get the blueberry and blackberry fruit smoothie. Well, it made me sick. Luckily, the class I was in had an aide so I could go to the bathroom when I needed. I asked if we were allowed to use cell phones and the lady I worked with said yeah, only students weren't allowed to have them. Common sense would dictate that you don't just sit in class and chitchat on your cell phone with your students there. I'm mostly smart, so I knew that. When lunch came along, I went to the bathroom and I had my cell phone in my hand. I wasn't going to use it, I was just holding it. I sat down on the couch (Yes, the girls bathroom has a couch!) and was waiting for my stomach to stop cramping up. Stupid smoothie. A teacher came in and walked passed me but then backed up and shouted at me, "You aren't supposed to have a cell phone!" I was surprised, and felt stupid because I thought it was okay, and I said "Oh, really? I didn't know." all shy-like, because I'm like that. She said "Oh yes you did," and took my phone away from me. I said, "No, I really didn't." and she got really mean and said "Is this your first year in school or something?" and at that point I was thinking "Wow, this is the biggest jerk I've ever met in my entire life, and I've met more than my share of jerks." I didn't even know how to answer her question. She was actually heading to the office with my cell phone and holding onto my arm to turn me in. I was frightened! Then while I was shoveling through random facts in my brain for an answer to her previous question, she asked "What grade are you in?" and I said "I'm not a student. I'm a substitute teacher. I'm 23 years old." I stuttered this, mind you. She then let go of my arm and backed up enough to see that I was indeed wearing an ID badge stating that I'm a substitute teacher. She gave me my phone back and apologised, and said it's best to talk on cell phones in the classroom with the door shut on breaks. After I told her my name, she remembered me from one of her classes. I only had her as a teacher for half a semester. She was really nice when I had her, even with all of the punk delinquents I shared a class with, she was never mean to any of them like she was to me when she thought I was a student today. It was just a misunderstanding, but boy am I glad I'm not a student. After that, the day got better. My stomach never did stop hurting. The students were mostly really good, a couple a bit hyper, but there was one that was downright disturbing. He kept talking about going on shooting sprees, saying he wanted to kill people. etc. I didn't really know how to react to it. I asked the class if he did that when the regular teacher was there, and they said he did it all the time and the regular teacher would just tell him to be quiet. I just wrote on the comment slip to the teacher that he was talking about killing people.

I really enjoyed that and I hope to do it more often. Now I'm tired and want to eat a hot dog and go to sleep.
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