BEING A SUBSTITUTE teacher is tough.
Really tough.
One such teacher, who had to look after a class with an absent teacher, wrote a small account of their day which found its way to Reddit.
It’s got it all. Farts, split milk, impromptu parties. Dammit Dylan. You just HAD to throw a dance party, didn’t you?
Some highlights:
Dylan has started a dance party in the corner, at first it was just the boys, after Geneva joined, it’s taken over half the class.
The fart noises haven’t stopped for 30 minutes. It started with a real fart. I suspect Hugo. Now they’re arguing which one of their fake farts would smell worse.
The decibel level in this room has reached an unhealthy level. I’ve fashioned ear plugs out of broken crayons. Please let me survive this.
The end is in sight. I said the words “free time” and it was as if this room was hit by a bomb.
They’re gone, finally. I spent the second half of my day drafting my letter of resignation. The name Jasmin appears no less than eight times.
Now breathe…
