Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Some classes are way too happy to see me.
Ninth grade English. They were to read a story and write some questions about it.
It was passing period. I stood at the front of the room, so the students could see me as they walked in. And when they spotted me, they celebrated. Loudly.
There were cheers. There was jumping up and down. They even said it.
"Yay, a sub. I'm so glad to see you..."
The others already in the room tried to get this boy's attention. I even pointed. But he remained oblivious.
"...Can you stay forever? You can take over the class..."
And on and on he went, until he finally saw his teacher standing in the back of the room.
Ms. T had an IEP meeting to go to. I had just come in. (I was only there for that one period.) She planned to start class and then leave for the meeting.
As others came in, the other students tried to clue them in that Ms. T was there. Most got the hint. But not that one boy.
Once he'd sat down, Ms. T let him know that the feeling was mutual. (She told me it was her worst class. There have been issues.)