the substitute

[sadie]

yah, and it's not exactly my principles' all-time low or anything. :P

sub journal, belated:
yesterday morning from 9 to almost noon, i was in the little theatre classroom with all of my english 11 students: 48 of them, to be exact. they had to take a practice writing test, to prepare for the big ol' sol's that're coming up. (the acronym stands for standards of learning, but some students may be sol themselves. tehee.) just me. with 48 teenagers that're hard enough to keep quiet and seated in their three regular classes. no one came to check to see how things were going. i couldn't leave. we didn't have any spare pencils or dictionaries like we were supposed to. it was pretty crappy planning on someone's part, yes. and i'm glad i wasn't just a regular substitute and hadn't facilitated such tests before.

today's fun::
me: (student), you need to raise your head.
student: i'm not sleeping.
me: regardless, i need to be able to see your eyes, no matter what color they are. (color: completely bloodshot. :O)
student: (laughter and raising of head)

and another::
student: what's the name of your band, (me)?
me: i already told you.
student: yah. and what does that mean?
me: i'll leave you to ponder that on your own.
student: i already know.
me: (moving on to next question)

heehaw.