2005-09-20 - 6:02 p.m.
Blaarg!
Some days you are the top dog, some days you are one of the lower dogs, and then there are days where you are not a dog at all, but a fire hydrant waiting, asking, to be pissed on. Fortunately, today was not one of those days.
So I got to venture to a more historic school near Downtown known as Safford. Safford is so old, my mom remembers going there for elementary. However, it is a K-8 school, and I got to teach Sixth Grade Reading. Okay, but the day was out of order, so the periods went seventh, sixth, third, fourth, fifth, second, and first. All right, but the teacher almost forgot to leave me lesson plans, but fortunately they were sent to me at the last minute.
The only bad part about today was the last two classes. They just would not shut up at all and keep focused. On a normal day they would have been the first two classes I would have had to deal with, but not today. It was like saving the best hits for last.
I have come to a conclusion: If I am able to survive teaching as a substitute in middle school, then I should very well be able to hold my own as a full-time teacher in high school. I don't think I'd want to teach middle school at all, but then again kids as a whole will respect their teachers more than a substitute, because let's face it, "Subs aren't real teachers!" Heh, heh... Bullshit! Subs always get the last laugh.
The best part is that I haven't run in terror, so at least I'm surviving my ordeal to get my own classroom. As I've said before, and I think I've heard elsewhere, "there is no such thing as an easy trial." These days are my proving grounds. If I can survive this, then I can survive just about anything.
Next contender please!
