Here’s the thing; I like kids. I like teaching. But there are always the horror classes… the ones hat make a substitute’s hair stand on end.
It was just a normal day when I walked into the math classroom at White Hills Middle School. The teacher had left careful notes for me. I was feeling cheerful. At least… until the students came in.
“Hi!” I said. “I’m Ms.-”
“Where’s our teacher?” someone called out.
“STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!” another one sang.
“Your teacher is-” I tried again.
“Is our teacher locked in the supply closet?”
“I thought the closet led to Narnia.”
“The teacher was here this morning.”
“STRANGER DANGER!”
“Didn’t you sub for us last year?”
“Oh yes, in science. I remember.”
“Oh. Then you’re not stranger danger anymore.”
“We’re the chatty class.”
Gosh. Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.
“All right, boys and girls, I’m going to take attendance now…”
“I’m Elliot!”
“No you’re not – you’re Adam. I’m Elliot, remember?”
“I thought we’d decided you were Bryan.”
“Bryan? Where’d you get that idea? He’s Bryan, you’re Adam and I’m Elliot.”
“NO YOU’RE NOT! Stop confusing the teacher!”
“QUIET!”
“You be quiet!”
“OW! THAT WAS MY ARM! QUIT IT!”