About an hour and a half after school started this morning, I checked my daily calendar. It’s routine. It’s always the same. Nothing ever —OMG — I was scheduled to attend a seminar as our school rep that afternoon, but I had forgotten to call for a sub. Crap.
I shot like an arrow to the Assistant Principal’s office to announce that I was an idiot in need of special help. Mr. F. assured me that I am not an idiot and special help would be provided, since I so often provide it for others.
When the time came for me to leave, Mr. F. himself showed up at my door. He said he would be my sub for the last hour of the day. I gave him an overview of what the kids needed to do, then I went to get my students from their special class. As we paused outside our classroom door I sternly told the kids that I had to go to a meeting, and they would finish the day with a sub. As expected, they began to whine.
I told them all that they were to be on their best behavior for the sub, or they would have to explain themselves to Mr. F. My kids are generally well behaved. They frowned at me for threatening them with the AP. I could tell by the grumbling they didn’t think they deserved it.
I ignored their grumbling, kept the frown upon my face, and opened the classroom door. They filed in. Both laughter and dismay drifted back out when they realized Mr. F. was their substitute. Jasmine came back outside. “I get it!” She yelled after me as I walked away. “Very funny!”