If not for the constant stress and pressure of having everyone gun for you, subbing would be the greatest job in the world. I barely worked over three hours today; taught three classes. I was paid for a full day's work. (And by "taught," I mean pressed play on three movies.)
It has to be karma though, since the past two days have been rough. Those middle school kids will get you everytime. Like yesterday, I ran into Mrs. Carter in the morning and told her who I was subbing for. Her expression dropped,
"Oh no. You need to stay ontop of them all day. I'll be there to help you in the beginning. Good luck."
Not a good start to a day. In fact, it was pretty damn rotten. I survived, though the frustrated eye twitch made a return.
"Check out his eyes."
-A concerned student.
Yeah I was angry. I can go from almost stoner level "laid back," to drill sergeant nasty in 4.5 seconds. As some kids found out.
Middle school teachers like to claim its retribution for everything we did when we were attending. Unfortunately I was actually good then!
I was much too shy to draw attention to myself; I was in a couple fights, that was it. So now I'm paying for their sins.
Tomorrow I hit an elementary school; one located within walking distance from my house! Young kids are the best, and I get to pass this sign on my way there:
awesomeness
What the hell is wrong with banks? Tried to open an account yesterday, and they were rude and needed at least 20 forms of ID (20 actually equaling 2). And apparently your social security card won't work (though they'll need THAT too), nor will a debit card. Which covered all forms of ID I had with me.
But the 400 Blows play tongiht, Man Man played last week, and the Biafra/Melvins clusterfuck next week. Despite the cold, I'm definitely glad I moved.
It has to be karma though, since the past two days have been rough. Those middle school kids will get you everytime. Like yesterday, I ran into Mrs. Carter in the morning and told her who I was subbing for. Her expression dropped,
"Oh no. You need to stay ontop of them all day. I'll be there to help you in the beginning. Good luck."
Not a good start to a day. In fact, it was pretty damn rotten. I survived, though the frustrated eye twitch made a return.
"Check out his eyes."
-A concerned student.
Yeah I was angry. I can go from almost stoner level "laid back," to drill sergeant nasty in 4.5 seconds. As some kids found out.
Middle school teachers like to claim its retribution for everything we did when we were attending. Unfortunately I was actually good then!
I was much too shy to draw attention to myself; I was in a couple fights, that was it. So now I'm paying for their sins.
Tomorrow I hit an elementary school; one located within walking distance from my house! Young kids are the best, and I get to pass this sign on my way there:
awesomeness
What the hell is wrong with banks? Tried to open an account yesterday, and they were rude and needed at least 20 forms of ID (20 actually equaling 2). And apparently your social security card won't work (though they'll need THAT too), nor will a debit card. Which covered all forms of ID I had with me.
But the 400 Blows play tongiht, Man Man played last week, and the Biafra/Melvins clusterfuck next week. Despite the cold, I'm definitely glad I moved.