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It’s the tail end of the school year for my students.
The students in my school district have half days tomorrow and Tuesday, and then they’re out for the summer!
This was my first year as a substitute teacher. It’s a great in-between job for me while I take my graduate classes. I can work from 8-3 and take classes 5-10, and then do my school work on the weekends. Of course, it doesn’t leave much time for me, but such is life when you’re trying to become financially independent.
I have learned much more than I taught this year. The main thing is that teachers are a godsend. For someone to put themselves in the particular line of fire that teachers do, they must be angels. Go thank a teacher immediately.
This post is a funny, lighthearted ramble about the questions I’ve gotten from students throughout this year. It’s hilarious, and only a teeny-tiny aspect of what teachers deal with, but I do hope it gives you a deeper appreciation for the patience of teachers!
1. Ms. L., how old are you?
No, I’m not seventeen. I’m 23.
Yes, I can drive.
Oh, you have a 22-year-old sister who works on Wall Street and doesn’t live with you guys anymore. COOL STORY, BRO.
2. Why do(es) your nails/hair look like that?
That’s the way I like it!
No, I’m not cutting my hair. Yes, I’d donate it all if I ever decided to cut it. But I’m not cutting it. No, you can’t play with it!
…Okay maybe at recess you can play with it. That sounds nice.
No, I’m not tapping my nails on the table right now. They’re not real. No, I can’t take them off right now. I’m almost definitely not getting that color next time. Actually, they DO put them at the bottom of my nails, but my real nails underneath grew. That’s why they’re halfway up like that.
3. Ms. L, are you married?
No, that’s why you call me MISS L., not Mrs.
No, I don’t have a boyfriend either.
Yes, I want kids, you nosy sons-of-bitches.
Oh, your sister who’s 23 and works on Wall Street and has her own place is also engaged? Don’t you have some work to do, punk?