While looking for something else, I ran across a handwritten page that was supposed to be a blog post. I remembered the incident. It was funny, but something else happened that same day that usurped this incident's blog slot.
That happens from time to time. Some weeks are slow with nothing much of interest happening. And some weeks I have an embarrassment of riches to choose from.
As this was already written, I set it aside for a future moment when this blog would need material. Then I promptly forgot about it. Until now...
When the class phone rings, I have a way of answering that (1) tells the caller they have the right room, and (2) tells the caller the teacher is not present:
"Room 915. Sub speaking."
It's simple. It's fast. But it doesn't take into account that I'm in a different classroom every day, and I might not necessarily remember where I'm at.
Friday (December 13th). 4th period. The phone rang...
I looked around for the room number. It wasn't on the phone's display (it sometimes is). The classroom's door was open, and from my angle I couldn't read the number painted on it.
"...I forget what room I'm in. Sub speaking."
Good thing the woman calling thought that was funny.
(She informed me, in much the same tone one talks to a small child, that I was in room 915, and that she needed a student sent to her. Once I recognized her voice, I knew where that student was going. And yes, she uses that tone with many people, so I didn't take offense.)