Thursday, September 28, 2017
All last week (well, Tuesday through Friday) I was covering a special ed. English class. The teacher left us reading to do, so all period I was engaged in teaching. (Shocking, I know.) So, when the phone rang in the middle of class, I wasn't fully listening to the caller when I answered.
(The student did keep reading, but these things can go sideways when I'm not fully alert.)
The office called to ask if I could cover a class on my prep period. The answer to this is always yes, so I noted what room number she said and got back to following along in the book.
But... I thought she said room 212. The school doesn't have a room 212.
I waited until class was over to call her back. No answer. I wasn't too worried. I had another class to go before my prep, so I'd just call her then.
So, passing period right before my prep period. I had six minutes to get to another class, but I didn't know which one. I tried calling the secretary. Repeatedly. She wasn't there.
The minutes were ticking away. Who to call? I called a couple other secretaries in the main office. It took several calls before I finally got someone. By then the bell had rung.
Turns out, the secretary in charge of subs had stepped out for a couple hours. Someone had to go to her office to check her list. Again, more time passing while some class had no teacher. I finally got a room number. 512.
Um, 512 was right next door to where I was...
At least it wasn't a long trek to get to there. And then I had to mellow a room full of freshmen.
And the problems were just beginning.
I have no idea if I misheard the secretary or if she misspoke. Could be either.