"So who are you today?" the teachers ask when they see me in the hallway between classes. In teacher lingo they're asking which teacher I am substituting for.
I've spent most of the week as a substitute teacher.
On Monday I subbed in Woodshop, CAD class and "Why Try?" In Woodshop I spent the hour telling the students what they couldn't do. No tipping a bookshelf on another student; no tying a string across a doorway; no bouncing wood on the concrete floor. I left with sawdust tickling my nose.
On Tuesday I subbed in "Peer-to-Peer," World History, U.S. History, and Online Classes. Did you know that 40% of women admit to having thrown footwear at men? I didn't know until a student told me.
On Wednesday I was back in "my" classroom with American Literature, British Literature and Publications. We had a fire drill during second hour, which the students appreciated. While working on the yearbook, students expanded their vocabulary--hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of big words.
Yesterday I was a student. To be certified as a teacher in Michigan I had to complete CPR and First Aid training. So I practiced chest compressions on a dummy. Unfortunately Annie didn't make it.
Today I am a science teacher. Rumor is that the Seniors are providing the teachers with lunch. Then we're having an assembly for the last two hours. I can't image what I will learn at school today...