No Return

Wednesday. Eighth grade English, seventh period. 

When I left the art class, I didn't say "goodbye" to them. I said, "see you around". I explained that while I might be leaving the art class, I was still a district sub, and I would most definitely see them in other classes. I wasn't surprised to see many familiar faces in Ms. R's classes, but some of them were surprised to see me. 

The day had gone fairly well as Ms. R is one of the strict ones and her lesson plan specifically stated that they were to work independently and quietly. (They were reading chapter ten of Lord of the Flies, and then they had questions to go along with it.) 

But this class contained Oscar and Calvin. 

I have mentioned Oscar on this blog before. Calvin was another student who couldn't sit still. He had been another of the students whose name I knew from repeated use. 

The assignment was finishable, but I doubt either boy finished it. They were out of their seats way too frequently. 

I was once again over by the boys, urging them to get to work. 

Calvin: "When will you return to the art class?"

I explained that I wasn't going to. I had been the interim teacher until they hired Ms. D, but now that Ms. D was there, she'd be there going forward. She's an actual art teacher where I was just filling in. 

Did Calvin even hear me? I kind of doubt it. He was on to another topic almost immediately. 

They did not like me much when I was their teacher. But now? Now they miss me. Apparently (Although, not very much as since I've left I've covered two classes that some of them have and I've been on campus two or three other times in the two weeks since I left the art class.)