I had lightly argued with that Chinese kid from third period about why I couldn't give him any more candies because there wouldn't be enough for the rest of the other kids.
I had shown favoritism and taught only to the highest level of thinkers.
I confessed to the students that while I hoped they scored well on the test on Monday, it really wasn't my concern.
I had to ask this one boy to stop spinning on a chair in the front of the room because he was about to kick me.
I actually said, "If you could be quiet, it would be nice," while drawing out the ssssss in nice.
I told one boy that he got a problem wrong, someone else called him stupid and he agreed with it. I told him he wasn't stupid, just that the problem was wrong.
I heard one girl call another teacher a bitch and wondered if it were true. Dirty mouth, but who doesn't have one?
A boy made fun of another girl for being poor and not being able to buy lunch. She retorted that actually there just wasn't credit on her account and she didn't realize it. His response was, "'cuz you're poor."
I taught a boy whose older brother I knew when I was in high school.
One boy was wearing a French soccer jersey, which led me to spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about Zinedine Zidane.
There were no hot teachers next door.
I was told I was the best sub everrrrrr 5 times. I left the school with a big head, swollen leg, and a smile. I love substitute teaching.
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