Sub Life

I pulled my first day as a substitute teacher today.  I got the call at 9:30–one of the teachers’ kids was sick, and they needed “someone to fill in now.”  It was at this point I began the mad rush to get dressed and get out the door.  I think that’s the most I’ve ever wanted to get to school, and the fastest I’ve ever made it.  Things change when you’re getting paid to go…

I get there, walk in, and realize that my lunch period is about to start–a grateful little boy was I for the extra prep time.  Not for the bad corn dog, though; damn thing tasted like it was made by Firestone.  Then, on to class.  The schedule is fucked up at this particular school, so much so that its true nature evades me.  The first class I taught lasted well over an hour, surprisingly well-behaved too.  The next class, I accidentally went to the first break, due to some misinformation.  The kids were being quiet…until I walked in the door.  A few of them decided to turn into Satan and wreak havoc.  Thank goodness I had my sword.  They had to do work when they could have skated by with low-level conversation.  Last class went well, and I was glad to see it end–I was tired and slightly aggravated.  Overall, though, it was a good experience–I felt welcomed by the other teachers.  It’s good to feel welcome.

In other news, I might be building my own acoustic guitar (more details if any become available) and Mom made some chili.  My sister and I are currently washing our freshly untied tie dye shirts.  I see a lot of color bleeding into the water (it’s cold).  I’m not sure if it’s supposed to do that or not…it’ll all come out in the wash, though [too much?].  I’ll post a picture as an edit to this post once the wash/dry cycle is complete.  

I’m sure you’re waiting on pins and needles.

[EDIT] As promised, here are the pics of the shirt I made–front and back view.

And the back…

I’m a big fan.


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