Subing

Since I am working on becoming a teacher in secondary education I thought it would be a good idea to give myself some real life experience. So I applied to be a substitute teacher.

I got my first assignment, a High School in our area, and I was really excited, but a little nervous as well. The class was a special needs class and I wasn't sure what to expect.

I had a hard time finding a parking space and so I was a tad late getting to the office to get the key to the room. After the secretary explained how to get to the room I took off hunting for this room that had students standing outside waiting for me.

I had been warned that sometimes students take a liking to their teachers and to always conduct yourself in a professional manner. However, I didn't think they really were all that serious about the situation.

I found the class room and I as I was walking down the hall I heard, "Ooooh, la, la." And the first thing that went through my mind was, "Don't react to that." And "Seriously?".

I let them into the room and explain them who I am and begin passing out their assignment.

One young man, let's call him Juan, asked, "Are you married?" to which I replied yes. (Say this next part out loud with your best Hispanic accent) Juan then yelled across the room to his "oooh, la, la-ing" friend and says, "To bad for you Omar!"

Seriously?

Stop the Rocking...Stop the Rocking

The noise is killing me smalls! There is no where to go because they always find me. I have not had a complete thought for 14 years. I could have graduated from college six times as fast, but because they all keep asking me questions....well, I am still in college. Some of the more interesting questions that have recently been asked are, "What would happen if a child was born with only their middle fingers?" That would indeed be a shock to a teacher when the child raised their hand to ask a question for the first time. Other question include, "Have you seen my shoes?", "Do you know where my belt is?", "Is there anything you need besides apples and grapefruits?", "Do we have any food to eat?", "Want to see what else I bought?"

I dont' know...how come no one ever tells you that the game of 20 questions takes on a whole new meaning after you have children? Perhaps they did tell , but I probablly didn't listen because I was asking a question.

The other day I took Kate to lunch at cheap chinease; she had the veal. For the last while she has been telling me how much she would like a cell phone. Again with the questions, "Can I get a cell phone mom?" I never really give her a straight answer, I just smile and giggle and walk away. Remember Kate is 5. So, I park the car, or in her words, the beast, and being the interesting child she is, Kate brought along her pink camo purse, which is actually Liza's. I have just picked her up from school and she has her school bag and inside of the school bag is her (Liza's) purse, her baby and a bottle of water. There are probably other things but those are the only things I can see.

They seat us and she is sitting accros from me. She bellies up to the table and plops her purse down and starts to empty it out. The first item out of her purse is our house phone. At first I couldn't believe it. Then it occured to me how creative she actually is. I asked her if she got any calls.